Tag Archives: Jane Salmons

Travelling Companions

After Augustus Egg Travelling brunettes: billowing dresses, red-feathered hats perched primly on laps, buttoned-up in the drab carriage, the reek of hot cloth and teak. One dozes, one reads, unaware that outside a mesh of lake, forest, mountain ridge rushes … Continue reading

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Whale Blues

I watched you hang from a crane, mouth curled in an ancient grin, cetacean songs etched on your brain. I saw your oiled silk skin punctured by spiked boots, slate flesh scored and stripped with a mincing knife, eight feet … Continue reading

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