Eliza Burke



Dogs at Night

It was you who told me dogs sense the dead at night the wind moving in dark wires souls drifting in gusts like snow the neighbour’s dog sets the other dogs off barks ricochet around the block sniffing out the …

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Elegy at the waterfall

(for my father) He spent his time recovering from small injuries bruises from poor eyesight sore muscles from running late cuts from bad decisions made in the dark sleepwalking had lengthened his dreams basting his feet in the shallows the …

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