Scott Thurston: Figure Detached, Figure Impermanent

A series of trials set up like islands in a river – noticing where a current is viable even in concealment. A perfect will turns like a needle as a thread of disgust stitched through every day starts to come undone. You slip into the stream.

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Michael Farrell: the thorn with the boy in its side

reading [ …] with the light on

after the escalators –

metaphors became metaph-

ors. ‘[ … ]’ [my translation.] & ‘ive always been a

rebel’. i survey

the experimental fencing. the word

‘poets’ in black, on pineapp-

le; the fuchsia in the freezer.

‘chasing’ a sound

down george st: a drag

queen with the name ‘fay doubt’.
THE LONELY SCOUT
‘moving away’ seems too obvious. youre in

the gardens, suddenly conf-

ronted by an expanse of sonnets.

they take your weight.