Oct 27, 2019
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A poem by Mark Roper
Mackerel
line no sooner down than taut shadow silvering into air desperate fruit all wriggle and twitch snapped off slapped in a plastic crate fading to layers of leaves knives out guts chucked to an instant coven of gulls heads scarfed whole sea a boil of snatch and scream fillets home in a bucket fried in their own oil all night my head full of saltwater skin sun flesh feather beak bone so little between us
Mark Roper
More information available on Mark Roper’s website.
A poem by Mark Roper
Dolphins
They slip through the surface below the cliff, two adults and a child, rolling and folding their longed-for lengths.
We watch with two minds this vison of fin framed in all we now think of as loss.
Already they seem belated, shadows of former selves, apparitions rising from ruin.
Foam flares from their breaking backs like words erased as soon as they’re uttered.
They rise and fall, as if trying to mend the water. The sea, in their wake, appears to heal.
Mark Roper
More poems by Mark Roper are available on his website.
Shadowchaser 4 / Orion's Key (1996) RCV (Radio Cassette Video) https://www.videospace.fi/release/shadowchaser_4_vhs_rcv_radio_cassette_video_netherlands
Source: Inside Out Australia
Source: Inside Out Australia
Source: Inside Out Australia
