Jeff Harrison

Hounds a-slaver
Who is all a-slaver? Not I, not Actaeon; only one and each of my hounds is a-slaver, all a-slaver. I, while the huntsman and while the hart, neither was nor am a-slaver. They slaver at their Actaeon, I who slaver at none — of court, none; of bourne, none — I who am adjudged intolerable.

The Armored Guest
Your charger has fled, armored guest. Against what, this armor? Am I, a maiden unattended, armored against any guest (bidden, unbidden) soever? Have I armor at the fountain's side, any raiment soever? Your charger has fled; the hoariest sophist must do without such a brain. You, equal with a sage, and not yet in dust! Sage guest, to whom am I equal? Not yet fled, you are speechless. I am equal to the moon, the fount tells me. What have you to tell?

Hounds, their clamor
My hounds? They were changed into blades of grass, for their clamor disturbed a bather who is the moon. Blades of grass; a hart ate them; I shot the hart; here he is; I have no hounds.

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, Calibanonline, Coconut, unarmed, Eccolinguistics, Sugar Mule, Word For Word, and elsewhere, such as Sidereality. He has an interview blog with Allen Bramhall called Antic View.
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