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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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going going gone

I awoke this morning More alive than ever before Still breathing Despite the passing storm Your grip on me On us Is slipping And you feel it... Don't you? I do not need to hear your voice To know the answer I do not need to remember you To recognise that you are going going… Continue reading going going gone