Tag Archives: Robert Hamilton

Deep River

Even if that is the Tate Modern I am no longer certain that this is the Thames. Not the Columbia, either, although three dugouts are being portaged around a rotten promontory: their guide was unaware of the new blockage at … Continue reading

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Aviary

Hot sun, plates of warm blackberries. Wing flurries, crackling and rustling, bring cats to the window screens. At fourteen I commit my first murder under a haze of grass clippings. One cut was all, and the body hinged, one red … Continue reading

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