Friday, 2 December 2016

A poem by George Morehead

This is our first poetry film - depending on the number of submissions received, we hope to intersperse future posts with Poetry and Poetry films. I highly recommend that this film is listened to with headphones.





George Morehead used to follow foxes through the dark. In 2016 he buried all manner of cursed things in a hole beside a tree. He is the determined survivor of a brain that went bang, and prays with hope for light to fill any terribly wounded hearts. He's very certain your next adventure will be better than your last, and told me to tell you, "Bon nuit mon amour, bon nuit."

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