Jeff Harrison

These fires

These fires I once caught up in my hands, smoothing them, counting them as already smoothed; and here I am a straw, a hart.

Upon this cypress

My forepaw upon this cypress — my hoof; your pardon, hounds; though I may as well have a forepaw as a hoof — you may as well be wolves as my hounds; yes, wolves, for all that you pardon — my hoof upon this cypress, Actaeon again stands upright. Can you not say, Actaeon again stands upright, nor, what hart would display thus?

Actaeon's fellows

Could I wind a horn, who hears me; and hearing, who comes? Actaeon's fellows, will they hasten to my side? What are Actaeon's fellows to a hart? Even more, I imagine, than a hart to Actaeon's fellows. And is there danger to any than Actaeon? I wouldn't have this befall another, though I remain for aye the nonesuch hart.

Jeff Harrison has poems in all the issues of Otoliths except the second issue. He has publications from Writers Forum, Persistencia Press, and Furniture Press. He has e-books from BlazeVOX and Argotist Ebooks. 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, Moria, Calibanonline, unarmed, Big Bridge, Word For Word, and elsewhere.
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