Rounding for K, on her 29th birthday
Our embellishments belie our age, each line a worked erratum, each substratum a correction in the script of an exchange, or in a deferent response to rain. The stones of the boundary wall between us ache in heavy weather. What we gather in the memory, each time we rearrange the stones, is what we weather in remembering. The stones consolidate and cleave: in landscapes: mountains, jungles in windows, Phoenician coasts and cabinets: a failed rift, sometimes the erratics of glacial moraines: a rational polka-dot dress hung on the hook on the back of the bathroom door for weeks now (I am sorry I scribbled
Matthew Ryan Shelton
figures of speech etching the errata we incur in years, perusing recipes for pickled onions, and the dishes in the sink after every dinner, after every morning after.
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in your copy of Sartor Resartus. Somehow, I am sure, we will find a way to patch things up): framed photographs of wanderers in the barcans on Newcastle beach:
Opposite: Nadia Sablin, from Aunties series (2008-14)