I’ve made a small, on-purpose website: no pop-ups, no confetti, just rooms you can read in. Poems, short stories, essays — familiar creatures — now have hedgerows and paths instead of a shoebox. Expect sense that misbehaves, syntax that sits when called, and the occasional metaphor that isn’t quite house-trained.
Updates will turn up when the language slips its lead and drags me outside. Do wander. Mind the low lintels. If a line nips your ankle, that’s a feature, not a bug.
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