Jeff Harrison

Actaeon's crossings
No farther than the fountain's side? Did I not cross the fount into the hart — did I not cross the moon into the hart? The moon, the fount of the moon, then, at my hounds, I cross no more.

The picture
Her image was not upon the water, and I am the picture of her wish. Herself her own, and Actaeon a hart. Of herself she can say, I am my own, and of Actaeon, another is mine.

The Issue of Gravity
Has a hart more gravity than Artemis? I had not considered the question. I found Actaeon more grave than Artemis; I find a hart more grave than Artemis or Actaeon. The future? Is a hart to consider the question? A hart will remain more grave than Artemis, and a hound will have more gravity than a hart.

Chaldean, undine, what bather soever, her science of the hunter, of the hart, is the depth of a fount. Drop a tear — the depth of a tear, her science — drop a tear, for Actaeon was of the hart, of the hunter, the surest anatomist, the truest scientist.

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, canwehaveourballback, Sugar Mule, and elsewhere, such as Critiphoria. He has an interview blog with Allen Bramhall called Antic View. http://anticview.blogspot.com/
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