Sebastian Rayner sent us a couple of poems yesterday and his work always blows us away/ makes us incredibly jealous. Look out for his work in his zine Samizdat, and also, here's his blog. We especially loved this poem and wanted to share it.
The school shirt
hangs from the line by a cuff,
straining from its wrinkled body
one taut sleeve
as though to answer the sky.
It mimes the last wave
of the drowned man,
the climber's final grip
and Tantalus reaching
towards the impossible.