Sam Riviere



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With Astrid there is this sensation of invisibility. After a couple of days in her room I feel an agreeable fuzziness developing around my skull, as if my identity is actually becoming unfocused, so it’s a surprise to encounter the …

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Postgraduate Finesse

An anonymous email to inform me of my absence on the shortlist No interviews When my statements are this unmagical I think of the greengrocer watching clouds clear and reconvene The rains lowering again Over the unobtrusive roofwork of a …

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