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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Wednesday, 30 November 2016

Catechism

Black as soot and just as soft
The woolen carapace wraps your form
Quiet as night's collapse you flee
The sermon and the hawthorn.

The writing pressed into your palm
The eagle's head upon your back,
The devil take you now for sure,
You and all your tracts.

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