Jeff Harrison

The fount‏
Actaeon has his hart, the fount its bather; the hounds, too, have their hart — the hounds, and the bather also, have their hart, and is there no hart for the fount? Actaeon all around, Actaeon for all, and no hart for the fount, which must content itself with the moon.

A hound's eye‏
Actaeon a hart, and the eye of that hart a hound's. A hound's eye! Was there ever a hart with a hound's eye? Name a hound — Melampus — did Melampus, or any hound, eye through that hart to Actaeon, Actaeon who did not eye through that bather to Artemis?

And what hart
A hart, I die a hart's death, though I am no more a deer than is the liverish sprite of the fount. A hind would bolt, and did she bolt? I am Actaeon, and what hart has this febrile dream?

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, Caliban online, Coconut, unarmed, Sugar Mule, EOAGH, and elsewhere, such as VeRT. He has an interview blog with Allen Bramhall called Antic View.
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