and tell me; how we're going to breathe, in a hallelujah of blue trees; go past in a righteous gaze, when even with a silent song playing in one's veins, something approaching a throb, historians cannot be certain of the ephemeral stuff?
30.1: MADE
Released July 2009Index of Poems
Editor/ Producer: David Prater
Cover Image: David Prater
The poems in this special issue were 'made' by the contributors to 30: Custom using lines from each others' works.





