Sam Morley



Bull Terrier

Accustomed to a gaze of surly pre-conception, she was fighting centuries of straight-up entrapment caged in the anvil of a nose hard as a horse pulled to a cantering stop. The boughs here knock down on river stones and her …

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Mail Order

And the old men’s hair style is the same – parted partway from the temple curling silver grey blonde wave slick with Brylcreem. And the cancer skin of these men flushes pink in the Filipina bars old and flaming, shirts …

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Pteropus

far from the beach and its many mouths the body of a dead bat skin strung in a cartography of veins even at dusk flies fuzz its eyes terrier teeth crescent claws fur pelt pulled winter close the evening draws …

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Cicada Song

the thin atrium of your body dry as crepe paper wings flat on your torso a leadlight map of nations eyes sequined solar panels reflecting silence husk of you in my palm how the sea warns you its long-rumpled muscle …

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Humpback (Pacific)

I make my boys stand in the wind and look at the ocean unhinging itself over and over. I tell them that among the waves craving themselves there is a mass of blue permanence, that below the surface tension of …

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