Abstract
Since the change, we realise the time has come to explore. We discover that maps are not for sale. We know that watches don’t tell the time, or not the time we need. We force our eyes open to the lie of the land.
Eyes. Orbit. A pair of hands, cradling a fragile sphere. Like enduring Atlas, holding the sky.
Eyes. Orbit. A pair of hands, cradling a fragile sphere. Like enduring Atlas, holding the sky.
| Original language | English |
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| Pages (from-to) | 110-112 |
| Number of pages | 3 |
| Journal | Western Humanities Review: A Journal of Fiction, Poetry, Creative Nonfiction, and Critical Essays |
| Volume | 72 |
| Issue number | 1 |
| Publication status | Published - 2018 |
Keywords
- maps are not for sale
- pay attention to essentials
- waving from the verandah
- we've started writing
- shimmers in the distance
- Creative writing
- Poetry