"Draw a circle around Iceland east. Go south at least to Britain, then to Rome... I wrote to salmon, trout and otter, bottom creatures on their bed, crab and coral, sea poems in pens, starfish armed a decade, a dozen arms that fold, the hands that bend...I wanted him to know the image of himself as far as he could see the land...we went to mires and fens, brown moss mats that covered bed rock, our office up East Finnmark...where the snow lies late under eaves of willow and saxifrage...Futhark, Futhark, I would call from miles out or up...we were pens to write the flowing."
Futhark Flowing in August in print, (used to be) online!
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