This note is to tell you you must go on a journey. You need to fetch for her: • An elephant’s tear though it will evaporate in your stoppered tube. • A pinch of clay
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Hanging On
I was certain the rungs were wooden sure of the rope that had me swinging. Why else was I thinking so much of the grip of past climbers and the dirt pushed into the twists
Continue ReadingLast Night I Dreamt I Slid My Poems into Drawers of Disinfectant to Sterilise Their Titles
Today a poet in black stands at a lectern reading us her words. At the end she straightens her pages says she wants to sing for us. Feet together, shoulders back, she begins. Her eyes
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