The man takes off his mask, rubs his face. As he lies back on his pillow,
his death coming closer, the man dare not close his eyes. The mask skulks
in the ...
Saturday 14 April 2012
Six things
Today sees me tackling Kona Macphee's questions as part of her regular "Six Things" feature on that elusive clarity. You can see my responses here. Why not have a look at how other poets replied while you're on her site? W.N. Herbert's dual identity and Polly Clark's brief yet illuminating answers are among my personal favourites.
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