Imagine Their Returning
Winter storms arrived lifting the sea, tearing through the tree tops. Funneled through opposing islands the channel winds sound their presence in a deep pulsing
November 29, 2020
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Winter storms arrived lifting the sea, tearing through the tree tops. Funneled through opposing islands the channel winds sound their presence in a deep pulsing
Green has turned to rust as November winds scour the island, baring the trees. Winter approaches yet I linger, hearing voices call from caves within
The sound of the tide on the ebb like a river. Gulls feeding, crows calling nearby. With only so many mornings to be alive, the
Awake in the early hours while the stony earth sleeps, I drop a line into the inner river, my bone hook baited with the scored
We once were children, your playful face full of innocent humor. Everything was funny until it wasn’t, but when faced with the brick wall of