Tag Archives: salt
.. , so deep that you can’t find me. so wide my inky arms can span the world. so vast my salt can stay. Or so I plead with stars. But so far, I am a shore. .. Prompted … Continue reading
child , can’t you see our shackles (these chains, the sky) have fallen? in the swollen swell of silence and your eyelash flutter, I shuttered my indigo fingers, my gills and scales and skin. the sky’s an ocean. these legs … Continue reading
play magnetic poetry here.
.. I am from ink. The brink of heartbreak. The swell of grace. Some podunk place you’ve never heard of. A pom-pom. A pen. The pocket of a jean jumper. The bumper of a Gran Torino (green). A reservation mesa. … Continue reading