From Below
Your eye, oh whale, calls my soul. Swallow me, dive, carry me deep down into the ocean home where our...
Your eye, oh whale, calls my soul. Swallow me, dive, carry me deep down into the ocean home where our...
If you hike in the forest with your hands open, you will arrive back an hour later than the others....
“If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud floating in this sheet of paper....
Into my feet planted bare on her belly, she pulses her music. Her current pours in, my body sings, sings....