Having no taste for poetry or chess
I use my long waterhands to paint
I'm old, but the flowers aren't
azealas will be welcoming
the peach trees know me.
What do the ancestors do all day,
is heaven busy? Questions
answer for me!
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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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