faint familiar
what sort of creature
extinct, quarry,
the way they are

anomola, lurks
from shales
eyes of rock

could I be capable
of such patience?


This fits my shingled head right now perfectly.

First discovered your work in my girlfriend's mum's old Imago journals. Awaiting anxiously for ya latest book to arrive.
Jill Jones said…
Cheers for that. Imago seems like a long time ago. I hope to have a short book out next year, more city than shingle, but I am working on something more earth and stone as well.

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