Oscar Towe


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rivet toe knurl domes yolk city air. swim ming in u-groans and deep carriages an ouroboros of squats and rust earring graffiti, swallowed its first, only egg traffic light anti-floodlights in wall shelter of crippled tree railings. trunk chimneys t-cross punctures in shin bones, shins are railings to a plant calf    sleeping on nightbus floor. under 20-foot tarmac-coal generators a sagging, messy toy(name of decade dead dog)    germinates.

Findr

Oscar Towe is finding through texture and space, in the soil of rural England. He makes poetry and sound.

Some of his pieces have appeared in M58 and Tip Of The Knife. More at crowdecidedtotrywords.wordpress.com.
 
 
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