"This thing with no place in language is a gauntlet the writer picks up—to carve space for the unspeakable." --Alina Stefanescu via
"Panican"
point to point · navigation
tin ducks trundling
nerves for the derne detour · daily swapping
nerves for the unmarked van
bright morning brood · deep shadow
drones in the eastern glare
bobbing & weaving · bickersome gnats
against the frieze of habit
Yesterday in a book shop in Glastonbury.
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