Cath Vidler



all over the surface

all over the surface of the thick-set motel in the pool in her hair on the children’s breath in the sandstone cave at the visitors’ centre behind his larynx in the queue of planets in the muscle cramp in the …

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Proportions

Stone bowls,

inflated to the size of small ponds, their brims shimmering with flowers. I see them waiting at intersections, walking the streets, at the square, high in the air, everywhere-

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One Line Poems

Closure The mirror shrugged, the sky blew shut, and you were gone.       Tradition He laid an egg every year. Every year a poppy in a ditch.       Story Now look! the plant said, and grew. …

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Dunedin and Around

Arrival The light will let you know that you are really here. You will appear, both to yourself and your companion as bones, glowing in an x-ray, or teeth, exposed in a dark mouth.       Acclimatisation You will …

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The Robot Is

the robot is the robot is upon us the robot is in my head again the robot is facing the robot is famous the robot is named hyperion the robot is well the robot is rugged and well the robot …

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