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Pit Helminth.

a dark rain fell, dealing
drumbeats to the skew newels
ruinous love ravels
rust-streaks in the dark, trussed up
words depart on whisk-skates

Making Waves.

"Can’t believe the whole country has to suffer through the return of Dickensian childhood diseases because the worst, most ignorant attention-demanders decided other people’s expertise makes them feel bad" —@astrokatie.com

Modern Poets on Viking Poetry. (pdf)