Brendan Slater


miniatures

8

tired and sick in the head full of undesirable personas i envisaged i would use and excuse in some final act of morality

leadened sky—
i cleanse a village
of buttercups

^

11

not able to secure Valium numb fingertips a leaf of kitchen foil folded and slipped behind my smartphone battery

photon shower—
i imagine
an orgasm

^

13

fear into days into weeks into months into years over and above the years months weeks days i expected to fear

decree absolute—
a billion and one
snowflakes

^

23

crashing slate dip size the sun landed on Kick Hill west of the sea where brag clouds hide the December shipwreck

black ice—
there is nothing here
to see

^



Brendan Slater is a father and a dreamer. He has been writing what the Imagists may have referred to, informally at least, as hokku for about 9 years and been published in a variety of zines and journals, published 3 books and co-edits Moongarlic E-zine.
 
 
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