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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 11, Number 1, March 2017
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Gerry Jacobson
Canberra, Australian Capital Territory, Australia


The Ghost

I stop. Is it my eyes? Two white mussel shells among the black volcanic rocks. But I'm hundreds of miles inland and halfway up a wooded hill. Stringybark and scribbly gum. Somewhere out west with the Limestone Tanka Poets.

in half light
through a glass darkly
a hint
of invisible feet—
the disappeared

Freshwater mussels perhaps? There is a creek down below. And maybe two hundred years old? The first whitefellas came through here around 1820, and the nearby homestead dates from 1895. In three generations an ancient culture was wiped out, the valley cleared for sheep, and the remaining people incarcerated in a "mission."

unsteady
sightless and shaking
drunk
with orgasmic fear
the dancer bows his head

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