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From the book published by The Paekakariki Press in 2018, 67pp, I'm posting this to see if it is legible. These tales were composed of series of Tweets.
February 12, 2025 at 3:27 PM
From the book published by The Paekakariki Press in 2018, 67pp, I'm posting this to see if it is legible. These tales were composed of series of Tweets.
Polluters
Somehow it mattered
which way the words were facing.
Wind blew between them,
a hot blasting air
that tried to cleanse them of all their uses.
Polluters, screamed air,
and tried to purge them,
leaving the language vacant.
But words roost like birds,
glide air and fly home.
Somehow it mattered
which way the words were facing.
Wind blew between them,
a hot blasting air
that tried to cleanse them of all their uses.
Polluters, screamed air,
and tried to purge them,
leaving the language vacant.
But words roost like birds,
glide air and fly home.
February 11, 2025 at 10:41 AM
Polluters
Somehow it mattered
which way the words were facing.
Wind blew between them,
a hot blasting air
that tried to cleanse them of all their uses.
Polluters, screamed air,
and tried to purge them,
leaving the language vacant.
But words roost like birds,
glide air and fly home.
Somehow it mattered
which way the words were facing.
Wind blew between them,
a hot blasting air
that tried to cleanse them of all their uses.
Polluters, screamed air,
and tried to purge them,
leaving the language vacant.
But words roost like birds,
glide air and fly home.
