Haiku looth as though,
Whispered, the argent
Book boiled down all day.
(2016)
"The Fall of Baghdad"
Dark candle, you could call me
Now or let this knife make
Noise
Across my moon snow
Each slavish landscape void
Puts less out.
(4/2003)
"Remembered that year I wrote entirely in copperplate (I was 13, you can imagine, doing three languages at school 🙄 and humanities subjects, all that essay writing)"
—@minxmarple.bsky.social


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