Hand as whale

Type
Poetry
Category
Poetry

Over a table-surface the lampreys of fingers subsisting on air and nothing. They erupt into sentience as all things fossils admit them as honorary sediment at the seabed and their hands pretend

Type
Poetry
Category
Poetry

Devonian

In the hours of the tide’s chill retreat the bubbler crabs redraw the atlas. Pearls of sand spread and reach in strands the length of the beach,
agreeing the coastlines of new continents, tracking minute deltas and dotted bays,

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Type
Poetry
Category
Poetry

Ocean

Remember when you wrote that poem? On the first line you levered two ideas in five words. On the second line you decided it was a holiday. By the third line you sold your ego to the universe. But the fourth line had you phoning for travel insurance.

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Type
Poetry
Category
Poetry

Below the line

Once off the ship from sector blah blah <> personfromporlock wrote at 23:55: Yeah yeah. What started out so-so quickly became the same old, same old—

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