Finally read your poem!
“Stories that we tell about ourselves
To the lyre of self-instrumentalization
While knives are floating over the flensing deck
Dissention of knives
As mounting of the brightest star
An i carved into the night sky”
Wow wow wow
And I also loved the ladies crawling out of centuries old wanton books
And the climbers with their vertical beginnings.
Can you fill me in on the Colette link?
That graphic novel yra sounds fun. I’m going to see if they have it in the comic library on your ecke.
Excuse the blasted capital letters. Keyboard is very stubborn.