Pulse-paced, shifting like
Oil on glass; greased rainbow memory
And glistering sub-recollection
A wavering reproduction (shaking)
Held up to hear (to inspect the sound)
And know (once-heard aural death)
To be (Passed from this world to haunt)
Jay Fraser is a writer from Lincolnshire. Growing up between the fields and the North Sea, he finds inspiration in both as well as in critical theory, philosophy, and horror movies – though not always at once. Currently in the process of completing his MA in Literature at the University of Lincoln, he spends far more time thinking about writing than he does writing, something that will hopefully balance out in future. You can find him @JayFraser1 if you’re a Twitter person.