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- Published 20231107
- ISBN: 978-1-922212-89-4
- Extent: 208pp
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I am a ceramic horse in kintsugi
fields. Shards shred my tongue to gold
rivers. Cracked and crazed – from fire
gallops beast. Memory slips
lapis lazuli. I break
curses, gather spells. Nudge
fresh letters in water
troughs – watch words bob – shiny
new apples to crunch.
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