Friday, 13 November 2015

Sudden Prose Reprints: Peter Riley's Greek Passages (Shearsman, 2009), third selection

Here is the third prose poem from Peter Riley's collection that I'd like to share with a wider audience:

Our sustenance dragged across our fear / purposeless gloom in half light / long fields of grey stalks pulled by the wind, our profit / hauled onto the land / up the long valley and into the hills // Turn and look back, strong hot wind in the face with some water in it, the olive trees thrashing / Our wealth, weighing, working, wearing us / on / to the empty monastery.

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