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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Time is a tricky beast. Given its head you’re dead. Time’s not a thing to be seen, touched or smelled. Nor even addressed in the first person and yet we do, like time is intimately connected. Time like a bauble
We have all been here before, as was once sung, Only of course no one has, nor have we ever spoken to anyone sane who has. But the theme marches on. Haiku seem too vague and villanelles too precious. Paragraphs are just too long for texting, and while tercets can be done with better line breaks, they leave so much white space. Besides, Merrill’s gone. So mucking about instinctively is the beast at hand.
Dog and Disturbance
is a companion book to this one, but it’s too long a story to explain.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Time is a tricky beast. Given its head you’re dead. Time’s not a thing to be seen, touched or smelled. Nor even addressed in the first person and yet we do, like time is intimately connected. Time like a bauble
We have all been here before, as was once sung, Only of course no one has, nor have we ever spoken to anyone sane who has. But the theme marches on. Haiku seem too vague and villanelles too precious. Paragraphs are just too long for texting, and while tercets can be done with better line breaks, they leave so much white space. Besides, Merrill’s gone. So mucking about instinctively is the beast at hand.
Dog and Disturbance
is a companion book to this one, but it’s too long a story to explain.