Tag Archives: GJ Hart

A Heart Is

not a house and injurious to summon it that way even when arguments force the hall to empty and empty those chambers naturally in place. And still, to argue weeds beneath feet once kicked each wave and fingers hung from … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged | 1 Comment

Places I No Longer Visit

Those chambers across the water beneath the moon pinned its hair and sang to beg the maples not crumble and the wind not ill-natured and the trees still bent against it. The station, with suitcase ironed and cracked and the … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged | 1 Comment

Rocks

My death mother and death father are very different to my life mother and life father. I hope I don’t come to resent them because of this. They meet me outside the shopping centre and tell me my clothes are … Continue reading

Posted in Fiction, Reprint | Tagged | 1 Comment