At 2am an ant on the ceiling with the proportions of a medium sized Rex Murphy, an eagle rotisseried on a lattice of faux wood window blinds Arbutus trees, stripped naked, teasing, frigging their come hither leaves against the frigid glass a militia of grasshoppers rustling their little legs across the bedhead with an Ignatieff […]
Filed under: Alan Hill by akublik Date 3 February, 2011
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Spiking in a flow of unsocial networking the ice is stalking up the steps, crushing out the eyes of pixilated sailors, scalloping the sodden wood through the rifle pops of salt. Canada is here, clasping us on to the teat of winter, bellied beneath the navigating drone of laptop, tiller and sail, the electroconvulsive pressgang […]
Filed under: Alan Hill by akublik Date 31 January, 2011
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