We sat astride the kiln-fired wall and looked/ into that endless hole and listened to the/

sucking and the rushing of the air refract/ as noise was crushed and split in answer

Wednesday 14 March 2012

Palimpsest

I stayed up late and wrote a short piece introducing palimpsest for East Peak Poetry. You can read it here.



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