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Contributor: Marilyn Hammick

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Watching you ride from shore
to open sea, I gather stones
in unstitched pockets,
skim the waves until

the book of our kinship appears
unbroken by the gutters and peaks
of the usual memory grounds

where father and son practice over
and under arm throws, tunnel, build,
make marks that may survive
the tides that pass between us.

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Marilyn writes during still moments at home in England and France, recalling a childhood in New Zealand and years living in Iran. Her poems have been published in Prole, The Glasgow Review and by Mardibooks and Writers Abroad.


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