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Peter Spagnuolo

Peter Spagnuolo’s collection All the Thousand Nothings of the Hour is forthcoming.

Poem: ‘Caliban Rex’

Peter Spagnuolo, 4 January 2018

I sweeps out the last speck of his glitter dust, his hippie robes, and chucked that disco mirror-ball down the cliff. All day so I spits, I cussed,

watched their sail dwindle at the limit of all that isn’t this, my birthright, my home. And then I huff her dirty knickers up my snout – the pair I stole

when she bathed in my creek, in the buff, posed mid my rocks, my ferns, knew...

Poem: ‘How to Pull a Building Down’

Peter Spagnuolo, 26 August 2015

Do nothing, and it’s demolition in slow-mo – roof-drains clog, pitches sag, standing water collects trapping blown dirt off sun-parched ball-fields, silting the pond’s edge to shape a pocket-bog, like you find in remotest alpine meadows at summer’s end. Dark algae blushes fructify in sunlight, mosquitoes range at dusk where small birds dip a wing, the soupish mess an...

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