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Jeff Harrison


About a storm

Something about a storm, the fount, or am I, a hart, thinking of Actaeon?



These woods

Words and hounds, these woods; words, hounds, and a hart. Why hasn't he Scylla's hounds, who daren't rend their own? Words and hounds, these woods; words, hounds, a fount, its Miss, and Actaeon, a hart.



Leaena and others

LEAENA:


NAPE:


PTERELAS:


HARPALUS:

PTERELAS:

HARPALUS:

LEAENA:


Are we to gather him and inter him, our Actaeon? If there are things a hart cannot do, there are things a hound cannot do.

We could bring ourselves to do so, and I am eager to do so; it's just that we are not able to do so.

We are able to do so. We can dig, and we can drag. However, it would be a grotesque spectacle.

It would haunt us more than the demise of Actaeon.

A grotesque spectacle, a grotesque memory.

The memory would weary us unto our own demise.

We will leave him, our Actaeon.


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. He has an interview blog with Allen Bramhall called Antic View.
 
 
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