is out. It's PR Primeau's last issue as editor. He's handing over to Martin Marriott.
My relationship with PR started off a bit testily, but we've become friends since then. & I'm proud to say that I was in the first issue of Starfish, with the poem posted below.
Postcards along the way
Mombasa
Never the elephant but the
last letter of the river
crossing. A night at the opera.
Children re-convene to
march in geosynchronous orbit
across the stone walls
of the aquarium. Gophers drown
in the lemon-grass prairie.
Madagascar
We attended the opening
of the rainy season. Something
about ergonomics. Jaguars kept
racing in from stage right
to kill the fat ladies
before they had a chance to
sin. We stood on
all fours, & applauded.
Mauritius
Live as the
do
do.
Mumbai
Everyone was at the airport
to meet us. The English cricket
team, ashen sadhus
down from the hills for the
day, the men’s world
sufi tour, the Berlin Unharmonic.
Man Ray took a mammogram.
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