A QUESTION OF POMEGRANATE ANSWERS

  I saw you first in a library, in a bound book on front of the light, as if you needed to ripen any further. My first book, bound and borrowed from a library, was Mrs. Potter’s inquisitive rabbit Peter, all eager to explore the taste of all he could not yet name. We’re like […]

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THE LIGHT INSIDE THE BOOKS

  I found where they keep the light- here, at the far end of the long road, just up from childhood summers near slip-away shores, contained in a considered space where books are bound to interest and cosy corners tipped in velveteen seductions of blue that does anything but chill. Funny, to find this here, […]

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