Fathom 1995



Inside Cover



Graham Touchie (4)
Jay White
Jacob Towers
Peggy Apostolides
Erica Spenser
Kathy Mac (4)
T. Gaoh
Rob Hutten
Guillaume van Moorsel


Karen Smith
C.A. Garbutt
Urs Frei


Graham Touchie



local colour

Alone love docks a boat of ice on marshy banks
Then leaves to dock again,
All of some afternoons,
When the sun is bright as ice,
The wind as cool,
Love grinning, playing captain, fool,
On senseless trips on the river
Leaning over staring
At the ice bow tip up, dip down, up.

My daughter and I live on a story farm nearby,
So by now love is not at all strange.
But in the city they’d enjoy such a story, I’d guess.
My daughter imagines those people, always.
My daughter sews me silver sighs
I wear upon my neck
When I stand in the field
Doing little as love,
Imagining the big stories growing around me,
Their stalks like vertical wind.


on my side

I spent a few hundred quiet days
on my side,
often speaking to the little thorn
which stepped out
from my side
to speak with me.

We both would say
  “  Moving back.
     I’m moving back in.
     I told them all
     that it was through
     and that I am working.  ”



the air is filled
with the elegantly hung corpses of moments,
and I am not filled at all.
and so
spreadeagled this moment burns
on the back of my neck,
burns for where it is going
– an awful thing is love.


that we die alive

and if I stay up late tonight
I’m going anyway: glow
of daylight peels the clockstuff
off of soulbones;
stonefall slowed to float-like night
loosens the letters on brainmaps,
but they just tighten all the more
when they dry clear black in day
and start up the monsters of us:
most savage, scratching at clockstuff,
some gentle, stroked by angels
humbling the demon in life’s corridor to life.


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