Centocartography, Harwood: jaywalking

By | 15 September 2022

Slice through the inverse mappings of the plane

There are streets I can’t cross for the ghosts

And unsuspecting doves

Not sure that anything’s


That morning when I came

(Mappings of the Plane; Herongate; A Feline Requiem; The Flight of the Bumblebee; Alter Ego)

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