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winter high seas

Timber creaks under our toes this lady moans underneath us protesting the storm when the swell rises and breaks salty brine bone soaking everything it does not knock us down Ocean whipped winds beat a war cry out on my chest and dance with my Medusa hair free I stare down into that blueberry plum… Continue reading winter high seas

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bloggity blog, poetry

the beautiful dark

I see it now Not the light But the beautiful dark It draws near Looms hollow before me But I no longer quiver cruel I no longer dread what is unknown Like a tune I have not yet heard Like a final journey I did not deserve Eye for an eye But why are they… Continue reading the beautiful dark