* Rest each time I think of you, you cease to be -Jacques Roubaud A bird, a stone – the body is overturned. We lay it down and call it “bolts of cloth.” Also “lands of unlikeness.” Like a phonograph, it…
* Rest each time I think of you, you cease to be -Jacques Roubaud A bird, a stone – the body is overturned. We lay it down and call it “bolts of cloth.” Also “lands of unlikeness.” Like a phonograph, it…