“Who would give me a map to find you, the paper / superimposed with a constantly moving ‘X’?” -From “Father-Son Conversation“ Malcolm. Professor. Triple. Dos. So many x-es, so many ex-es. Expatriate. Expletive. Ex-father. Ex-son. Two lines, for a moment, cross. This is how the Romans made ten. In Arabic numerals, it takes two digits: …

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Noman’s Land Common (Film-Poem Online)

Noman’s Land Common A shadow passes over the meadow, effortless in its cooling presence, a wake of songbirds, for a moment stilled, for a moment passed over by a presence like night, a shoal of fish beneath the barnacled hull, tender in covering, blanket-soft, the lids pulled over our welling eyes, to shed a drop …

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