Poem: Apostle
"I hurd the storie & I tolde it back, / god-gifted, to spyce up the craic"
ByNew Times,
New Thinking.
"I hurd the storie & I tolde it back, / god-gifted, to spyce up the craic"
ByA new poem by Joe Dunthorne.
ByThe announcement of Cohen’s death is a reminder of what real grief feels like.
ByThat’s not smog sitting on the lake . . .
By“Do you have vampires around here?”
ByI started with alpha: Abdeluktos. / Above blame.
ByIt’s not just twins, identical, who feel this way. . .
By“From here my ashes go back to the sea / And take my memories of every friend / And love,…
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