A Trick of the Light
As you follow this series of letters To yet another series of letters, Your eyes become accustomed to the pace. You scan across each inky
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
As you follow this series of letters To yet another series of letters, Your eyes become accustomed to the pace. You scan across each inky
How can we say our brains evolved to read? When we have only just begun to write; There must be something built into our sight,