Jo Langdon
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Maybe this is about the sand
               that mantled your shoulders,
& found its way into other summers.
Or the wind, singing weirdly
through the pines
                                             infecting sleep.
Beneath the swinging bridge, a beer-coloured dog
followed bits of driftwood
                                                            into the river
& driving home, birds braided the sky ahead
while your heart stammered uselessly
                                                            inside your wrists.
Jo Langdon is a literary studies PhD candidate and sessional tutor at Deakin University. Her published fiction and poetry includes work in Mascara Literary Review, Wet Ink, Page Seventeen and Voiceworks.
A chapbook of her poetry will be published by Whitmore Press in 2012.
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About
Maybe this is about the sand
               that mantled your shoulders,
& found its way into other summers.
Or the wind, singing weirdly
through the pines
                                             infecting sleep.
Beneath the swinging bridge, a beer-coloured dog
followed bits of driftwood
                                                            into the river
& driving home, birds braided the sky ahead
while your heart stammered uselessly
                                                            inside your wrists.
Jo Langdon is a literary studies PhD candidate and sessional tutor at Deakin University. Her published fiction and poetry includes work in Mascara Literary Review, Wet Ink, Page Seventeen and Voiceworks.
A chapbook of her poetry will be published by Whitmore Press in 2012.
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