Iain Twiddy – Bird Notes
Bird Notes Everyone knows even the sad notes float. So a dead bird always seems slightly absurd, like a hardwired melody firing the wrong words, a speck in the eye pulling a second or two to come to a question, as when a bubble bursts into a teardrop: where does it come from, this sentiment […]
Iain Twiddy – Winter Weight
Winter Weight Who might know, some snow-god, possibly, the weight of those Hokkaidō winters: I mean, you could calculate it, based on a mean six meters of snow, knowing the weight of one cubic meter, and the island’s surface area (just over a fifth of Japan’s total), then times it somehow by time, half my […]
