Read a Poem: Ranudi Gunawardena (Shō No. 6)
The fruit / hung bending the branches, like a hundred // small stomachs, bird-eaten and naked / where the beaks had pierced.
Established in 2002, revived in 2023
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Established in 2002, revived in 2023
The fruit / hung bending the branches, like a hundred // small stomachs, bird-eaten and naked / where the beaks had pierced.