Member-only story
While the billows fold back on the edges of
a blind eye, how else do you mourn the
departure of the mariners in the night?
Yes, I was the coast — the dolphin’s leap, the
mad siren’s music.
Member-only story
While the billows fold back on the edges of
a blind eye, how else do you mourn the
departure of the mariners in the night?
Yes, I was the coast — the dolphin’s leap, the
mad siren’s music.