Jeff Harrison


Nephele and others

NEPHELE: If we fools'-light his hounds away, how long a wait until Actaeon's a hart no more?

HYALE: Actaeon again, and Actaeon a hart no more.

PHIALE: Is he, though, to be Actaeon again, and not some other beast?

NEPHELE: Actaeon a pard, and we scatter.

HYALE: Actaeon again, and Actaeon a hart no more.

NEPHELE: Actaeon a pard, and we scatter like leaves.

PHIALE: Is he, though, to be wight or beast, and not a leaf upon a bough?

HYALE: Actaeon again, and Actaeon a hart no more.

RHANIS: The hounds are upon him; Actaeon's the fallen bough.

NEPHELE: Actaeon's the fallen bough, and we scatter like leaves.




Kaspar Hauser

STANHOPE: You have night-vision, where the rest of us walk blind.

KASPAR: But the wrong kind.

STANHOPE: Who would speak against you? Who has? No one ever does.

KASPAR: I want to be a rider like my father was.

STANHOPE: Who will be at my deathbed's side? A ton?

KASPAR: No one.

STANHOPE: Who'll be there to witness my last breath?

KASPAR: Death.

STANHOPE: What put you on this earth? What undreamt forces?

KASPAR: My wooden horses.

STANHOPE: You are a natural, while the rest of us are lost in the dark.

KASPAR: It's no walk in the park.

STANHOPE: What did your keeper say when he last saw you?

KASPAR: We are through.



Jeff Harrison 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), three Meritage Press hay(na)ku anthologies, Sentence: a Journal of Prose Poetics, Moria, Calibanonline, unarmed, Big Bridge, and elsewhere.
 
 
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