Jeff Harrison


When you leave this hart

When you're through with me? What a phrase, what an idea; I don't know which is worse. Hounds, you'll never be through with me. When you leave this hart, and look for your Actaeon, what then? Will you marvel that there's no one who'll say, I am your Actaeon? And what then, when you return, and see how you left this hart, who said, I am your Actaeon?



And no reed plays

Hushed the grove emptied of hounds, and no reed plays; yes, silent as the widest rolling cervine eye.

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, Word For Word, and elsewhere.

 
 

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