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Bright Sky
This is my attempt to understand both the dangers and rewards awaiting those who dare to write - and then send the results out into the ether.
Bright Sky
Writing is exquisite pain and pleasure, bound
in sprayed-on railway walls, in tapping dry
black torrents like gushing wells: ill-found,
spectacular but slowly emptying to reveal
a vault of sky so bright, so slyly hiding its...
Thursday 26th January 2017 9:59 am
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