Me and Kaija both like making black-out poems from old books that we won’t read anymore. Some books are incredibly hard to work with and some are just a pleasure. Here are two that I particularly like. I hope you like them too.

Two
Was pretty, just seventeen,
A girl
With curly hair and eyes like polished green.

At eight of the clock,
The King, The Moon and
The Edge of the World
Laid a charge on the gods
And all’s well.

Love,
Silver