STILL A SWAY TO THE FINAL ANCHOR

  Sea claims what man can no longer cradle but time’s tales can be freed from nasty nets when the wreck is beyond want, when the cable has been cut and we come to the call of the current. Rough becomes rust becomes wrecked becomes ruin, might becomes memory. Day is done but night unfolds […]

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AFTER THE TIDE

  Light. These are the days were we look to see where the light lingers longer. We rise like crabs up, after the tide has fallen, up, through solid sand now sinking, we can only wait so long- can only hold so much weight (in these days where we cannot hold at all) before we […]

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