Falliterate
Falliterate Plaster falling from the ceiling in damp umber leaves trees dark green and weighted down with what they soon will drop. A rush to disappear into books into the comfort of human cycles when light cracks through the geometry of fall falling into lines and patterns that form the first strokes of an alphabet of decay (A><B) or anyway of consequence not comfort. O teach me how I should forget to read it. S Robbins, from Readings, September 14, 2020
Sherry Robbins 