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Poetics: Ian Parks

The Wheel The pithead used to dominate the town. My dead forefathers came and went, were buried in the shadow cast by it. I passed it on my way to school, heard its revolutions in the night. If the pit head was the place’s heart the great wheel was its soul. And then there was … Continue reading

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