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Ezra's legs. Opossum Bay Beach, South Arm Peninsula. February 2013. Ezra reminds me of the 1988-89 Detroit Pistons. They knew how to kill... How to Kill , Keith Douglas Under the parabola of a ball, a child turning into a man, I looked into the air too long. The ball fell in my hand, it sang in the closed fist: Open Open Behold a gift designed to kill. Now in my dial of glass appears the soldier who is going to die. He smiles, and moves about in ways his mother knows, habits of his. The wires touch his face: I cry NOW. Death, like a familiar, hears And look, has made a man of dust of a man of flesh. This sorcery I do. Being damned, I am amused to see the centre of love diffused and the wave of love travel into vacancy. How easy it is to make a ghost. The weightless mosquito touches her tiny shadow on the stone, and with how like, how infinite a lightness, man and shadow meet. They fuse. A shadow is a man when the mosquito death approaches.

Ezra's legs. Bellerive Bluff, Bellerive. November 2012. Sunday Stealing: Have You’s and What If’s! 1. Have you anything to confess today? Not really. Perhaps I could admit to doing the vast bulk of my Christmas shopping online. 2. Have you ever broken a law? If so, what was it? Well, I expect that most people do more than they care to admit, be it in relation to road rules, use of varied substances, copyright infringement, unregulated gambling, taxation or some form of sexual practices. I'm surprisingly law-abiding myself. 3. Have you ever committed an act of betrayal against a friend or family member? Betrayal . That’s a bit dramatic. I don’t think so. I always try to conduct myself openly and honestly, so if they’ve ever felt ‘betrayed’ that would more be about them than I. 4. Has someone else done something that, to this day, makes you cringe when you think about them committing the act? This happens all the time. I find a lot of the time I’m scratching my hea...