Asunderland
I’m dreaming of a metal cage. A bloodied angel caught, hanging over me – unscathed but screaming. His life rains it’s final hour and . . . I am trapped … Continue reading
April 23, 2016 · Leave a comment
Church Ope Cove
Tethered kelp shakes angry algal fists at boy racer waves. *** Reaching for shore, slow-time tides beat lunar tattooes. *** Oil black mackerel taunt the shore-bound; Slick and shifting. *** … Continue reading
February 28, 2016 · Leave a comment
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