Kerry Greer



Grey

.across the long grey-blue limpid line of coast, smell of fire. the mother reaching— — and turning now and still and whitely into light— ((and the child- ren now one voice calling one noise)) .at first lick all loveliness—gone. .at.first.touch— …

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Lake

I don’t want to let anyone else in yet but I remember being loved the slope of your shoulder as you pressed forward and I yielded, my hands knowing the movement of your back not ever from sight as now …

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Questions

The map was a body And it all went up in flames. Yes, that’s right I have his ashes, Mostly here. Some were given I can’t tell you favourite landmarks Anymore. I liked all of it. To his brother and …

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