in a river floating i remain silent while torrid trees chewing on melancholy fears around me cry a haunted melody.
the water engulfs me slowly as i catch a heavy breathe while musical birds around the dark clouds dies and i feel their hot feathers cover my teared face.
the taste of welcoming death is near and i cry, cry, cry.
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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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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