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Some kinds of issue offer themselves like particles becoming waves, where your elbows go in bed, acceleration into a curve, how to draw hands and especially feet, or who was up there before God.
we cannot hear the sound of blood .. nor touch those random victims who .. cry out from the very moment .. when the electrodes are applied
Chris Wallace-Crabbe is a Melbourne poet, whose most recent publication is the late-modern epic, The Universe Looks Down (2005).
Poem by Chris Wallace-Crabbe
Poems by Libby Hart and Chris Wallace-Crabbe
Chris Wallace-Crabbe on After Shakespeare: An Anthology and The Oxford Book of Aphorisms, both edited by John Gross.
Poems by Chris Wallace-Crabbe and Aileen Kell
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