The 2River View | 21.4 (Summer 2017) |
Matthew Dobson THE BOAT appears unexpectedly in the traffic… a white vagabond. When I came to the city centre, It was large and white with no crew, I had dreamt of this. The boat barely rocked. and most of it below street-level and imagine the skull, the icy contours, like when you put your hand to your face Stains He sank one at the bar, Then watched flies shuffle through the stains, sweet and tacky when he’d grabbed at the brakes, until they tipped into gorse, He heard blood sluice through floorboards, Matthew Dobson teaches English at a boarding school in England. He has been writing for a few years, and has been published in Acumen, Neon, Rat's Ass Review, and elsewhere.
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