Infatuations, adapted from full poem here—
When the world was flat,
I was lost in a dream
that was not my own,
in a mistaken reality.
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grander compass
Grander Compass (abridged above). Full poem here—
This we do, we humans—
we imagine a grander compass,
a glorious context for the quotidian
around us: passages to the underworld,
gateways to the lost monuments
of paradise.
o’connell street passengers
Latest news: Texture of Silence illustrations have made the British Science Fiction Association (BSFA) Longlist for Best Artwork.
The waves that once washed along
O’Connell Street have taken the bus
south to Cronulla. Although they paid
their fare, the other passengers
complained loudly, and not a few
disembarked.
curriculum vitae
In my youth, I pored over arcane
manuscripts, in the vain belief
that I could comprehend
their mysteries.
the approximist
He won a prize at the Marimbondo Circus,
proxime accessit, said that he treasured it,
more or less.
Compasses and crossroads
confused him, and he couldn’t tell
the narrator from the narratee.