“I am missing too many important things/because I don’t know how to read.” -‘If I Knew Braille’, a poem by Holly Day

From The Writing Disorder If I Knew Braille   If I knew Braille, perhaps I could read the graffiti of purple-mouthed limpets clinging to old, sea-washed boulders the secret Bibles of…

Down down down

Down down down. Circling circling circling. Circled, finally. Circled, lastly. Further down, digging in, digging down. In trench, entrench. Down down down. Circling circling circling. Spiralled, spirals. A final spiral.…