Jeff Harrison


Actaeon Points

ICHNOBATES: We see too late, and from his cramoisy froth will spring —

ACTAEON: Nothing.

ICHNOBATES: I didn't know that you were Actaeon.

ACTAEON: He knew [points]. He knew [points]. And she [points], and he [points], and he [points], and [points], [points], [points]. I begin to think that you knew, in which case...

ICHNOBATES: Finis. We'll never see another —

ACTAEON: In which case, Ichnobates, your behavior is inexcusable.

LACHNE: Actaeon, Ichnobates, who never wronged you.



Tigris and Actaeon

TIGRIS: The hart before us...

ACTAEON: I'll put forth a hand, to ward off...

TIGRIS: Hounds, the hart before us...

ACTAEON: Were there always so many hounds? They note my hand, they close their eyes, they say...

TIGRIS: We dream of Actaeon; the hart before us, we dream of Actaeon.




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), Noon: An Anthology of Short Poems (Isobar Press), three Meritage Press hay(na)ku anthologies, Sentence: a Journal of Prose Poetics, Moria, and elsewhere.
 
 
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