Mark A Peart

Mark A. Peart lives in Melbourne where he, amongst other things, writes poetry.

Victoria Parade

a squared puddle a jaw speaking: brick terraces dirt whacked bluestone crinolines gloved hands young plane trees Mrs Bansgrove: if you observe that woman walking in victoria parade remember it’s a man a black flounced dress shitty petticoats walking musth …

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for joaly the river stained my shorts brackish white cracks caked mud an overturned chair in the cascade of the slow rapids in water he moves like a seal on land he oscillates / osculates mud is slow nothing brief …

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