Goats give the lowest fat milk to drink and eat processed into white acrid cylinders, they may take all sorts of shapes such as smoked stones, ash powered dungs. A sharp knife slices a roll of cheese, a white, creamy patch keeps stuck on its blade. I lick it carefully my craving tongue avoids the cut of the metal carving tool in my hand. With my fingers I pick up the slice: a thin white washer pure as snow, I could bleat as I eat this tiny titbit but I hum and I my tongue spits saliva outside my mouth, on the verge of my lips.
Ancient Heart Magazine is here again! Now based in Sydney, Australia. After a number of years of publication I decided a while ago to give it a miss. But, poetry being poetry, I couldn't keep away and now here we are again; all new and bright and fresh. In a slightly different format, namely that of the blog.
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