I’m so excited this collection is almost here—Robert Frede Kenter creates brilliant, visceral poetry 🔥🔥🔥
Reposted from
Ethel, a Micro Press
“My father had a job
scraping the colour
from lightbulbs
Now they are frosted
Now they are clear”
Working on formatting Robert Frede Kenter’s FATHER TECTONIC!
scraping the colour
from lightbulbs
Now they are frosted
Now they are clear”
Working on formatting Robert Frede Kenter’s FATHER TECTONIC!
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