Poetry, writing Mina June 4, 2014 fhaedra Leave a comment Mesopotamians, you say, keep rearranging things you hear their night voices whisper you and your keys rusted swords in your castle. Share this:Tweet Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like this:Like Loading…