Drysalter
So here’s the rub: his salt, your skin. He flays you first, then kneads it in, (Wetsalter) Drysalter, a purveyor of powders, dyes, colours and cures, also puns providently on “Psalter”. There is considerable challenge in both aspects of the title. Perhaps curiously, Michael Roberts describes his poems forming as individual entities which later shape Read More