Category Archives: Peter Larsen

of time and mud by Peter Larsen Mudflats of a distant shore footsteps in a distant time footprints no one will find fossilized by pressing lime of ground up shells and brackish surf, moon attracts the ocean bulge tide retreats … Continue reading →

The ideas here are rubbed out, rewritten, rubbed out, rewritten again and again riddling the blank page with the impression of this new erasure.

Breadfruit by Peter Larsen Never eaten, touched, smelt or even seen a Breadfruitor maybe I’ve seen them many times at the fruitersbut how would I know? I climbed into the huge green brainof a Totara that stood on the mown, … Continue reading →