Jenny Pollak



A series of departures

Lately I’m more interested in how the neck and the head don’t say anything of the feet. The cormorant disappears. There are times my smile has been interpreted as joy. This morning the clouds are like arrows whose sole purpose …

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Not even landscape with its cordial trees…

How many times, looking towards whichever bay it is I’ve been drawn to, casting myself out across the horizon, held aloft by this or that particular bird (today a flycatcher suspended above the River Derwent singing out its heart on …

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