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Blog Tour: The Whimsy of Dank Ju-Ju by Sascha Aurora Akhtar

Delighted to be on the Blog Tour today for Emma Press pamphlet, The Whimsy of Dank Ju-Ju, by Sascha Aurora Akhtar, sharing an excerpt from the book.


Sascha Aurora Akhtar’s poems revel in the richness and possibilities of language and liminal space. Colours, tastes, textures, scents and moods are smashed together with great energy, dragging the reader into a shimmering world of magic, heat… and whimsy.



“I love a poet who loves language and Sascha Aurora Akhtar most certainly does. Each line of her poetry is a journey into the unknown as she manoeuvres her way around words and rearranges them into new verbal experiences of fascination and delight.”
- Geraldine Monk

About Sascha Aurora Akhtar:


Sascha Aurora Akhtar feels deeply connected to her ancestral roots in Lancashire, South Yorkshire and Pakistan. Her first poetry collection was The Grimoire of Grimalkin (Salt, 2007), followed by 199 Japanese Names for Japanese Trees (Shearsman, 2016) & the first of its kind a deck of Poetry cards with fine art Only Dying Sparkles (ZimZalla 2018). In 2019, she has published The Whimsy Of Dank Ju-Ju (Emma Press 2019) & #LoveLikeBlood (Knives, Forks & Spoons Press 2019). Her fiction has appeared in BlazeVox, Tears In The Fence, The Learned Pig, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Storgy. Sascha has performed internationally at festivals such as the Poetry International Festival in Rotterdam, Avantgarde Festival in Hamburg, and Southbank Centre’s Meltdown festival in London, curated by Yoko Ono.




Extract...



Girl Child Of The Eighties


Twisty-furled

Yellow-balled

Put on throat

Clunk-foot me geesy face

Matt plays the drums

I put my necklace on

like Barbie

I sit

pink & delicious


rockstarangelfacebridaldreamglowpeaches&cream

My First Twirly Curls

I had ’em all

Magic girl

I am ’em all


Butterfly chair

Pomegranate lair

I is spent

I lose my hair

like crayons in a box

of crayons

lined up

each colour, each colour

I line up


Freeze Fry Fist Dried

First Born Unborn child

eyes crys eyes crys

I crack up


I cat, I bat




Interested in reading further? Go to The Emma Press shop below and have a browse...



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Remember to check out the rest of the Fly on the Wall Poetry Tour!

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