I prefer pots. They don’t have to be weighed down with meaning. They are what they are, earth and chemistry. --from The Children’s Book by A. S. Byatt I prefer the humility of pots hands once of clay shaping clay dug by hands creation dependent upon its potter the mucked earth swirling into useful things bowls, cups, basins, mugs, urns, and vases made for the still-life bea (...)
Poetry
Pots
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