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Two poems published in Upstairs at Duroc No. 8 Lapwing Flying flying over flying the raw green quaggy fields and muck-clogged ditches, the hardened trees pulsing out of the choked off sky... The Cresting Wave They stood by the jeweller's window and watched a cresting wave of blue pass up and down a tank of ticking watches... And a translation of Monde Solide (Solid World) by Pierre Dehaye Undetectable doors, half open in the walls The world shivers at the wind's own crossroad Sudden breaths that lighten the heart's load Until it's like a floating seed, too pure to fall... Copies of Upstairs at Duroc magazine available through the internet. Follow the link below. |
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