Something I wrote two years ago. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the time-lag between writing a piece and seeing it in print, that unsettling sense of the posthumous that seems inevitably to attend it.
Reader. Writer (poetry, short fiction). Bookbinder.
Something I wrote two years ago. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the time-lag between writing a piece and seeing it in print, that unsettling sense of the posthumous that seems inevitably to attend it.