“The Moving Finger writes,
and having writ, Moves on,”
and having writ, Moves on,”
as Omar Khayyam tells us in his Rubaiyat.
I am thinking about erasures, about writing by weather and by time that can be read as a long cautionary tale, a poetry of loss.
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Up Near Hadrian's Wall
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