Matt Rader | ZERO + ONE

ZERO + ONE No thing, a zero in the amber of time, then one. At the edge of the mind a soft rime: then one. The brook was running clear. Now it’s gone. I’m here, cried the killdeer, I’m here. Now it’s gone. Jewels of rain like We’ll grow rich with water, Like every number…

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POETRY

VALLUM POETRY AWARD 2020 WINNERS

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