On 18 Letters I’ll Never Finish
By Naomi Riddle — 27 August, 2021
“The whole kingdom is spilling out of itself. There are holes everywhere. To the east, a pile of impossible tasks of my own making. To the west, a mountain of broken crowns I will melt and recast into a machete.” Sabrina Orah Mark, ‘Fuck The Bread. The Bread Is Over’, The Paris Review, (2020) …