Tag Archives: David Ross Linklater

Near Enough

I thought I had to be on something to see far enough. I thought I’d turn the sheerness of an edge into mantle, picture frame, fill it with naive angels and bad poems. I thought at times I would die. … Continue reading

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Elements

Take back control. Clean dishes, straighten the sheets of your bed. Small victories, at this point idols are soulless: taps, cooker hobs, washing basket. Things take on new light, the bath fills with deep, heavy water. Candles flicker, heart monitors, … Continue reading

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