Wooden clogs do not fly gracefully: there’s too much drag, which means they tumble through the air, losing speed exponentially to clatter the backs of closing doors if you time it right. Wet dishcloths, on the other hand can take you by surprise.
Poetry, writing, life
Wooden clogs do not fly gracefully: there’s too much drag, which means they tumble through the air, losing speed exponentially to clatter the backs of closing doors if you time it right. Wet dishcloths, on the other hand can take you by surprise.
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations. View more posts