Saturday, 1 January 2011

'11

It has arrived.  We live in '11.  Can't wait.  The long lean twins of time now beckon us on, those exclamatory upright towers, those stick-insects, those little hooks, those slashes, those unslant rods, - elevenses, semblables, shadowing each other, offering little shade for us, skinny twig men, we welcome you!
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THE WINNER OF THE 9TH FORTNIGHT POETRY PRIZE IS...

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