Poem by Crag Hill

With a series of short jumps

Disarranging the soil,

holes cut from above,

the loosened material

going into a grain of it.

No home key,

no cleaner dooryard,

fun like a trail

beaten away

suggesting passing

later in the season.

He slipped off about

ten feet from a stone

digested the irony,

his toes between the spears.

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 Crag Hill and Nico Vassilakis and have edited the first major anthology of visual poetry, The Last Vispo Anthology: Visual Poetry 1998-2008 (http://www.lastvispo.com), due out in November from Fantagraphics. Another series of poems, 7 x 7, was published by Otoliths in 2010. He teaches English Education and Creative Writing at Washington State University.

Hill's poetry will appear in AlteredScale 2.