Jeff Harrison



Our Actaeon‏

Again disarranged, our Actaeon; a supernal's tooth, then our own. I am as many paces from this as from the moon. Actaeon had an Artemis; could we not have had a Circe, like those who served a wilier, luckier captain?

A hound's narrative‏

A giraffe, you have heard of them, giraffes, and we have ears as well as teeth, the legs of that hart dwarfed a giraffe's, and his gentleness dwarfed both harts' and giraffes'. We, as anyone, are of our nature, and the chase was so brief as to be at most a gesture. In the course of things he faltered, and we faltered as well. A slaying we could handle, yes, as in don't test us indeed, but the... cleavage — of a spindle bone solely, this, this...

On To Hecabe‏

Atop hackles high as towers, how to make Actaeon out of that hart? What cry, watchman! And out of that cry, none makes fecund triste Hecabe.

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