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Sunday, 22 April 2012

Zach Hamilton- ey.e
( i. )

An oak stained cranium and shoes on the door, the screwdriver inserts the logic into the logic of the rooms. Little, bleached stain inside the shadows merging to the hairy lines of the carpet. A folded sheet of residue that the modern culture left behind, rosemary bent a shadow on the road the paint drips.

The pavement is a monster. Concrete wears a mask and has eyes, nose and lips seeping from a tattering of brain patterns chiseled everywhere are the worlds that build up the room.

The fan distributes to the unknown, fifty assorted needles. A plastic lens, black tubes shoved through a narrow thought/ 19.5 v of ringing in my ears and yellow flowers that are windows to my eyes, all windows and seeds.
( ii. )

The platonic circular marsh that the roof becomes. Pulled string curtain, (red wire) a maudlin hut upside down crossing white silk. A rose shimmer that reverses pattern, letting light through crumpled hands and in the corner, wooden window letting in white with clouded mountains. Solar flares and print jobs in the cut. A warm river under the bed brings a little light to the musculature- and positioning the red afghan high, there is a mountain –

Zachary Scott Hamilton is the author of fourteen 'Zines, including Temple of Sinew, The Orchestra of Machines, Wallet of Hexagons and HAIR LAND (named 'Zine of the month by the Independent Publishing Resource Center).His work appears in various magazines including: The Portland Review, Trigger Fish and HOUSEFIRE. He Recently went on tour with the band Holy! Holy! Holy! And installed artwork with partner Molly Pettit for a photo series, which appears on-line at his website WWW. Blog:

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