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Aysegul Yildirim



the poet

Aysegul Yildirim's poetry has appeared in various international magazines. Most recently, she contributed to Anne-thology: Poems Re-presenting Anne Shakespeare. An academic working at the intersection of environmental humanities and sociology, Aysegul has published a poetry pamphlet titled Plants Beyond Desire.

the poems


00:00 / 01:10

            Her only childhood memory about plants is picking up 


            Dahlias from grandmother’s garden; a tiny medley of

            purple dead nettles, camomiles, vervains, brought home from 

            park visits with mum. 

            By the end of the day, they’d always be in the rubbish bin. 

            Years later, she got put in a tiny medley of humans packed in 

            an aeroplane, never to come back. Those left behind are still 

            tired from grief, even though the plane has not crashed yet.

            By the time the purple on the hands was cleared, dead 

            nettles flourished. Nobody had cried for them, ever. Later, the 

            idea of home has gone for us all, tiny corruptions magnified. 

            Except for the roots.

The Long Stay

00:00 / 01:52

I follow the threads of the dark grey carpet for some time. ‘Fix it before moving out,’ I answer myself. Something creeps through. I start measuring the cold surface of the confined space with my flesh, at once, and wear it. 

Fits me perfectly, I think, except for the spiders who want to escape. They breathe surprisingly loud. I spoil their fantasies by staying fat and awake. The love-hate relationship. Includes giving space and pesticides.  

I need to go out. Putting on my coat, doing up the windows, on the doorstep I calculate: if I leave now, the performance. Unforeseen contacts. Time is kaleidoscopic in this stone-built body. I have the eyes of a housefly. The carpet’s cleaning will be reduced from my deposit. My only connection with the anthropocene. 

My solitude is my image.  If vision requires distance, I must have been doing it all wrong. 

Let’s start again: I need my coat when it rains. I need water too. I can’t unlearn the language of solitude, I can’t speak two languages at a time. It’s real. And it’s dark. I take off my coat. Feel the soft feel of the carpet. The grubby, quiet softness.


00:00 / 00:46

            Someone told me to burn sage indoors but the true magic is 

            that no two leaves are identical. And the fact that I took a

            dry leaf from where it waits for me in the mud. It was the 

            beginning of winter in Falmouth and sometimes you 

            need that moment of acknowledgement of your

            image by the assemblage of the holy cliff. 

            I’m not able to speak their language. 

            I was receding endlessly. The leaf stayed

            with me nevertheless. He just fell down, 

            he thinks. But he only had to leave 

            himself gently to the ground. 

            No two fallings are 

            identical. Some-

            times you need 

            to root faster 

            than you can


Publishing credits

uproot / re-root: Plants Beyond Desire (Broken Sleep Books)

The Long Stay: exclusive first publication by iamb.


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