A passage I love from Sarah Gridley’s Loom:
“…..black plumes, anonymous,
not flying but gently bouncing, not human, but drawing
across the imaginal some flapping, some softly
figuring line, some extended sense of touch,
or tact…”
A passage I love from Sarah Gridley’s Loom:
“…..black plumes, anonymous,
not flying but gently bouncing, not human, but drawing
across the imaginal some flapping, some softly
figuring line, some extended sense of touch,
or tact…”