POEM Steven HitchinsNWR Issue 113
Bone 5 lbs
Lynn Sand 5 lbs
Potash 5 lbs
Mixed and made into bricks and calcined in the biscuit kiln. The resulting frit is then ground and mixed with Cornish clay to suit your mind.
Lucent porcine. Osseous fusion of glue-gun mucilage. We are again in our native country. Nigredo blackening prima materia, primal particles of feldspar flint silica quartz. Winter mornings when frost grips the ropes and makes lock margins treacherous. Up at 4:30 and off by 5. Pupils in varying stages of uniform backpacking into Premier stores. Pebbledashed semidetacheds. Recycling bag lawn-shavings. Half a morning hand-loading paving stone and sacks of flour into the canal boat. Doily netted window bays. Stacked roofs of Rhydyfelin beyond. Grind raw partial. Crushed in water mill. Granular fractions dissolve.
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’ books include Bitch Dust
(Hafan, 2012), Real Radio
(CAD, 2014), The White City
(Aquifer, 2015) and Translating the Coal Forests
(Singing Apple Press, 2015). He runs the Literary Pocket Book press, publishing contemporary innovative poetry in miniature origami editions: literarypocketblog.wordpress.com
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