with one stab, I slew a form in stone and marble it bucked and snarled, a bull still snorting, seething fiery meteors of life and grinding hooves on dull-dry dust and bucking, crazed by chisels because I cut too far.
11/26/2009
Posted on 11/27/2009Copyright © 2024 Rachel Bennett
A lovely write.
... exceptional.....
