for Ashley McCarthy   From the ferry’s awning over the stern two yellow lights settle well-prepared and lights across the water along a road-thin line flicker on.   Here, on a deck chair (Jessie–if deck chairs could talk what would they say?) under the trees of Cockatoo Island, a soft neon emerges and starts up…

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aching a slow hello and good mind chatter to you choke on my holy move and care for breath I role model myself ravens are writing responses their spirits’ in my other hand kicking off easy my words weight a still before snow (no copies made underfoot) sirens dig into the night an emerald wash…

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