Rogue Strands
Matthew Stewart weaves his ways through poetry
Thursday, 6 July 2017
Snippets and Snapshots IV
"I dozed in his cellar. He pulled me out
at a dinner once, and waited for her
while his taut fingers smudged my dusty neck.
He couldn't bear to keep me after that..."
from "Gran Reserva",
The Knives of Villalejo
(Eyewear Publishing, 2017)
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