Jeff Harrison


Of The Coronation

Doubtless, says Cephalophore, this head fell from a bough and I hitherto headless gathered it up: in a grove nothing is out of place. The world making sylvan study, Scylla has her hounds as surely as Actaeon. This crown that betimes gnaws me I name Absalom.

Names, Calvarium

Reed collapsed from weight of names, Calvarium, forsaken as Ariadne, witness hounds distraught as Agave depart Actaeon. Hushed the grove emptied of hounds, and no reed plays; yes, silent as the widest rolling cervine eye.

Saliencies

Echo's voice became her hide; Actaeon, your eyes cover you — from Argos to hart, from Artemis to hounds.

At their meeting

Transmutation once underwent, twice sighted — is this not true of both Artemis and Actaeon at their meeting? Bather from deity, hart from hunter — name one rather manifestation, and say, away all manifest! Oh, the finality of transmutation... hounds, forgive the sportive his cipher, this hart I cast from my shoulders into open-handed air; this hart is fleet past all sight and scent, and nameless as any hart; I am your 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, 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, EOAGH, EXPLORINGfictions, and elsewhere. He has an interview blog with Allen Bramhall called Antic View.
 
 
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