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Four Fables in Otoliths #40

To quote from Otoliths Editor Mark Young this morning… ‘Issue forty of Otoliths, the southern summer, 2016 issue, is now live. It’s brought to you by the letter E — that gives you a wide range of superlatives to choose from. … Continue reading

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“the cloud hovers”

Nothing here testifies to the veracity of this scene— not the intense blue-white sky, not the mountains disappearing behind each ridge a shade paler than the ridge before: virulent green, lilac-green, lilac tinged ultramarine, a pale cyan decorously receding in … Continue reading

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NANTES, 15 April 2014

Justice lay down her arms— the scales weighed too heavily the blindfold slipped she is blinded by the sun this soft fresh warmth warming her old bones her head falls forwards she slips the blindfold from her eyes the blindfold … Continue reading

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ST ANNE’S KEW, 8 APRIL 2014

I thought of something this morning, the thought rose with the sun and faded the stones spoke and the sky and the streets the young man’s face rose from behind the gravestone not a ghost, an artisan employed to re-chisel … Continue reading

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Barcelona, 20 April 2014

the streets weep stones worn smooth by boots slip the stones speak of blood and piss the smell of piss the smell of life we have forgotten we have forgotten how to live the race begins and ends here in … Continue reading

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skink

http://qarrtsiluni.com/2013/05/27/skink/ The morning sun casts a square patch of light Aslant our small backyard. My pyjamas hang A shadow from the line, still in the still air. Over the pavement cracked with weeds The ants scurry, not unlike the back-and-forth … Continue reading

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fairy penguins

A flashlight burns the verge electric green, their coats oil-slick blue and shirt-fronts iridescent. Caught in the beam they freeze in single file, frock coated gentlemen home from the ball, listen to their babies cry Food! Food! Food! 24.02.2011

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