Month: August 2016
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I Once Sang Like You
I once sang like you. Hard, redolent, like an unfolded dream. I used to call sweet demagogues from the birdcage and bricolage, where I would hold out my hand in displays of brave persuasion. And whilst you ate, I fed too. I would dance, and still do, in fire-loops, in hieroglyphic boots – acrobatics of […]
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