Paul Christian Stevens has boated down the Chao Phraya River in Thailand, supped on shark’s fin in Hong Kong, drunk ale in England, breakfasted with orangutangs in Singapore, stood at the Tree of Life in Bahrain, sipped kava in Fiji and Coca-Cola in the Cook Islands, traveled up the Gordon River in Tasmania by flying boat, and journeys often to the Heart of Darkness. Born in Yorkshire, England, Paul now lives in Australia with his wife and numerous children, pets and citrus trees, and teaches Literature. Editor of The Chimaera and The Shit Creek Review, Paul is widely published online and in print, most recently or forthcoming in Shakespeare’s Monkey, Lucid Rhythms, Soundzine, qarrtsiluni and Mannequin Envy.
All work
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By dislocating sense, body and mind /
One leaves familiar grass, stone, air behind …
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Way above the buildings, an airbus, /
silent from here, makes tiny, deceptive motion /
westward towards America, towards some new world. …
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