"Tongue-Dust
Behind the library’s frosted glass,
dust has its own eloquence.
Settling on the spine of forgotten Latin,
coating verbs in velvet silt
until the past is translated
into a single,
drift-grey grammar
that says everything
by staying completely still."
—@thedevilstuna.bsky.social
"I’m so glad I don’t have to live in a rammed earth cottage eating foxtail millet." —James Marriott via


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