it takes me to slate shale and corroded boat bottom bolts, rolling gentle, this way and that, as rhythmic lovers in lost rockpools where the broken strength of iron fills the nostrils and shows ‘death’ as escape and re-make.
it takes me to slate shale and corroded boat bottom bolts, rolling gentle, this way and that, as rhythmic lovers in lost rockpools where the broken strength of iron fills the nostrils and shows ‘death’ as escape and re-make.