sharp leafshadow dorp
our share of pox tocsin
recrudescent frass
Rorschach made of horse shit
the leafshadow load
my long fasting masters
is only air pinwheeled
by oil guzzling buzzards
"At a certain point my novels set. They set just as hard as that jam jar. And then I know they are finished."
—Ivy Compton-Burnett via @dunn4authors.bsky.social via @icomptonburnett.bsky.social
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