For Earth Day. It fills you with the soft essence of vanished flowers, it becomes a trickle sharp as a hair that you follow from the honey pot over the table and out the door and over the ground, and…
For Earth Day. It fills you with the soft essence of vanished flowers, it becomes a trickle sharp as a hair that you follow from the honey pot over the table and out the door and over the ground, and…
“For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) /It’s always ourself we find by the sea.” – e.e. cummings Seaside is where I live now, and is also the name of the old Sea Island cotton plantation that…