This poem is actually written by my husband, Brent...
There's a scene
Indelible, it hangs before my eyes
In our teens, incredibly
Together with no ties.
That was a life enough for me
One life's enough for me.
Throw back your heard
Let yout body curve
Into the long grass of the bed
Pull me down into your hair
And I'll push and swerve
As we both gasp in the evening air
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Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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