Meet me where the sea swallows the sun, Run to where mountain palms flatten against blue. It's true that where salt licks sea glass At last you'll find me in the rockpools. You can have me, where water lunges for your toes When you row to the island of bottled letters, So when you've finally tired of… Continue reading Where the Sea Swallows the Sun
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Heartwood
It's dead, she says, clasping your hand in hers, the whole damn place is dead. Who cares if there are parakeets, or ferns, or laurel if there's not even a damn shower head? Who cares about the bark and who gives a damn about a lark when there's not a croissant in sight? There could be… Continue reading Heartwood