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CONTRIBUTORS
Anne Elvey
Recycling the possible
tear into pieces the possible drench it in rainwater steep for a season size it with sand fine as breath pass the slurry over an alveolar web let the sheet dry in watercolour light — inside the egg of the …
Between
In the thin place between the word and the thing,
Clouds
Clouds Hopkins across the blue page.
Anne Elvey: lamentation
o murray o murray break (bending) the forgiveness of things what you (air and water) what you (bread) the place you lie down threads of the sheet that covers as if given for our breath drinking (food in us) here …
Anne Elvey: Post-colonial?
All that is white in us in not pure nor (but driven to the breath of) snow that falls when the day turns cold. Our wanting all belonging (in this place), is even more the colon's gesture: already who bore …




