ㅁ I start my poems with too many words. A jumble of semantic cruft. In need of painful trimming. Gradually, I cut. They fall down, broken. Bits of meaning, discarded. What's left? Noun.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ I start my poems with too many words. A jumble of semantic cruft. In need of painful trimming. Gradually, I cut. They fall down, broken. Bits of meaning, discarded. What's left? Noun.
– a nonnet.