Rowing the Dory
Feet against the thwarts Pull hard into the black Water sings to the garboard …
Feet against the thwarts Pull hard into the black Water sings to the garboard …
The shrouders are showing their age, and the deck, too, come to think of it,…
Her girlish yawps cascade from Soldier’s Pond as water subverts ice. Is this like flying?
Rain below the shell and my two hands pushing us into the gloaming
The sky wears fatigues tonight. A girl with fingers in her ears feels the earth…
“I Am Full of the Sea,” a composition by Liam Elliott, a Canadian artist currently…
Waves shush the cobble as night settles. Delilah stands at the bedside, glinting.
Grey clouds shaking out their bed clothes and one insistent crow squawks getinoutofit.