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Jeff Harrison


Scene

The supernal, She bathes, and to close Her eyes in sleep is also form. For Artemis, this scene, as unbidden by the sleeper as Actaeon was unbidden by the bather. Unbidden the hunter, unbidden the hart, unbidden this dream of the bather torn apart.



Science

A local genius and no Artemis, this undine, her science of the hunter, of the hart, the depth of a fount. Drop a tear — the depth of a tear, her science — drop a tear, for Actaeon was of the hart, of the hunter, the surest anatomist, the truest scientist.



Actaeon, the hart

Slow ages brought the hart to me; ages, ages bring the hart still. Actaeon, the hart piecemeal; Actaeon, the hart entire. Of my hounds, none made their way to me; of their line, no hour brings. To Actaeon, aeons, aeons; to Actaeon, the hart still.



Jeff Harrison has poems in all the issues of Otoliths except the second issue. He has publications from Writers Forum, MAG Press, Persistencia Press, White Sky Books, and Furniture Press. He has e-books from BlazeVOX, xPress(ed), Argotist Ebooks, and Chalk Editions. His poetry has appeared in An Introduction to the Prose Poem (Firewheel Editions), The Hay(na)ku Anthology Vol. II (Meritage Press), The Chained Hay(na)ku Project (Meritage Press), Sentence: a Journal of Prose Poetics, Xerography, Moria, NOON: journal of the short poem, Dusie, MiPOesias, EXPLORINGfictions, EOAGH, and elsewhere, such as The Wandering Hermit Review. He has an interview blog with Allen Bramhall called Antic View.
 
 
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