Sep 28, 2010

Warm Hard Truths

The absurd

tragic

undeniable

narrative poetry

of hard rubbish

is everywhere

I look

Posted by Savina Hopkins
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2 comments:

  2. Sav, I used to cycle past hard rubbish collections and not think too much about what was in them, but this week there is a plethora of mattresses in Reservoir and so I think of you at least twice a day (on my way to work, and on my way home)! xx Anna K

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