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  • Writer's pictureCurtis Ackie

a lass

remember remember the glyph and its embers

our brooms flaming into the night

to two pointed edges, three ifs and surrender

the costumes and blooms were both bright

now our enchantments ring, all feathered and winged

with fingers plunged into the soil

in di miggle of spring we untether and twin

our pepper-tree memories unspoiled

© Curtis Ackie 2022

Remedios Varo, El otro reloj (1957)


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