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30 May 2012

Claire Hero's chapbook, Dollyland, now available from Tarpaulin Sky Press

Prose Poetry
5"x5", 32pp., saddle-stapled
Limited, numbered edition of 100 copies

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from Dollyland :

making Dolly

Never was it a question of not. A beached beastscape, a great Cell agape – we entered it. We breached the teethy tunnel & what dumb light leads us we never. In & in & we dare not note what muck marks our hands, what holds us by the tongue. What turns us inward we know not, only that as we went the hold more holds & more until to draw limb from It grew harder still, until we melded our each to other, our me to we, & moved as muscles do, pulse by pulse. Into the vasty deep & deeper still we moved toward what the light might give. Not for eyes, this light, but as for mouth or blood, a feed, & we grew fat on it. We swelled on our stem, pearly & new – & if we rent the flesh that kept us? We birthed a newborn light, a blooded thing: the Hand within our hand, the Eye within our eye.

Read more at the TSky Press web page for Claire Hero's Dollyland