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by STEPHANIE POWELL  Your appreciation of this lake is taxonomic, silt oozing Lower Palaeozoic deposits, the generational ebbing of rock. Don’t be stupid the fish are gone and you won’t find them with your palms in the stream. The sun…

by STEPHANIE POWELL  It’s a real bastard, the breeze Going into my coat Combing the pores Between fibres Fresh from the Strait – Salmon has cooled itself in this air The pines around the Caldera bend I do not see…

by STEPHANIE POWELL You are with the sea, in the oaty craw of water. Each morning I wake to find the bed empty. The house full of splashing and dawn. Remind me to tell you, how the bus climbs the…