Tag: Timothy Yu

This entry is part of a series, The Disappearing» Fountain 77, Glebe For Timothy Yu Plastic-sheathed roses embroider the dark. _________________Set to volplane we take photo-triptychs, each of the other. Moments of daring oscillate in the strangers we become. _________________And arms betray us, they link our assembly of states, ventriloquised, ________cravassed by cloud, echoes, reason’s sastruga faults, whole continents of inaccuracy ________rumoured, unrumoured. Making for the 336, syllables cleft as we inhale olfactory flakes, a wrapping scrapes the asphalt ___________in our roan-coloured quarter. Parting, of course, is not sinking like some Titanic hybrid, cobalt-feathered ________________favouring métissage, ________but a cold coming— ________So riddled —are we? _____________________________________________________ Michelle Cahill is a Sydney poet, author of two collections of poetry and two chapbooks. Vishvarupa and Night Birds are her most recent books. She received the Val Vallis Award and was highly commended in the Wesley Michel Wright Prize. Entries in this series: The [...]