Tag Archives: for my shawna when she’s sad

Shedding Seven Tears into a Hopeful Sea

(Selkie Waiting) . She knows her own salt, formed of the souls of water -y graves; plays with her children in the waves, casts her spell on a lonely moon. She’ll seal this night with a brackish kiss; just a … Continue reading

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cherries and rum and tum

-bled words: chalk and talk of gypsy-girl travels. bangles and jangles and unraveled in -digo string just waiting to be stretched long and pulled periwinkle proud. the singing of 80’s and 90’s music out loud, and the sound of our … Continue reading

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