Wet Embrace
When it rains on the island there is wholeness in the water-soaked air, my body at home in the wet embrace of gray sky and
April 27, 2014
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When it rains on the island there is wholeness in the water-soaked air, my body at home in the wet embrace of gray sky and
I slept through most of the big wind, tall trees swaying like grass, rain lashing the cabin dark. In the morning no motion, the ocean’s
When the storm passed light awakened the coastline gray and shrouded, sharp with detail. The cabins, the old dock, even the gulls in flight, bathed
Poetry is a private affair born from the dark in the embrace of silence; no one around to watch, just me and a few words
(for my grandmother) Julia kept the circle, her love against the chaos of the genie from his bottle, released on all their plans except the