There's a new poem from Joe at Compasses. In answer to my asking what I should draw, a whole late Christmas stocking full of darkly glittering things which make my fingers itch most greedily. There are divinely sharp pencils, spiral shells, bread and apples and tangerine peel, a lacquered box and an open book. It's a delight, go and read it.
Which was why I started posting today, then I got distracted.
The light, in pieces
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