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Hynynen / Horwood

Dis-Connections

in the evening when someone lifts me to their ear

and expects to hear the sea’s roar or perhaps the wind

woven with the sirens’ song, I myself hear

the creaking of oars rhythmic drumming and the lazy lashing of the whip on the rowers’ backs

Appraisal Of The Collection

during the crutch collection on behalf of our neighbouring country, and before the final result

proved it to have been the most successful ever, I considered how snails, sovereigns of the world,

wise and liberated, free-thinkers with a broad concept of reality