The Fall I have clasped your edges so hard they leave grooves in my palms, deep as the grooves of horse-reins beneath the bridges on towpaths wasted with bracken and buddleia. These, and mine, cut across lifelines: a geometric interruption. * I cannot document dropping you on a sunlit day, startled by the sudden noise of a narrowboat any more than I can … Continue reading Two poems by Aki Schilz