A new poem by Patrick Mackie
His wife confirmed Hill passed away “suddenly, and without pain or dread”.
“Affection is not a currency.”
“Yes – I press my nose / to the pleasantly warm glass – / it’s a copy of one I saw / cased in the cool museum”
“My hand on what I take from time and this world / and the stone’s shadow there on the grass with mine.”
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In Minnesota, they reeled a sixty ton house / over ice: a caught fish.
Across the Golden Horn in Karakoy. . .
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What I can remember are taxis and a long walk by the docks. . .
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