Home #Blue Nib Issues Issue 40 | December 2019 | Dylan Everett. Fall down the wind

Dylan Everett. Fall down the wind

Say it ain't so

Dwelt in a wing lost in passing thought,  Or love dies and we say it ain't so,  But it's just another form of loss, another place,   A time born in fragments.  Another heart rests in its place out of sight,  Another hand is held in the dark,  Or the body finds its home alone between sheets.  Alone, awake, the body passes into its own shadows.  Praising silence in its visceral touch,  Its voice, its grace, its passing, into u...


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