This month, I’m writing words and posting images relating to the landscape of memory. I hope to write poems most days and also share photos,
Tag: island
So Tidal Is Its Pull – Jekyll North End
The night was soft and thick and black and warm as velvet, silky on my skin, smelling of iodine and salt and crepe myrtle and
So Tidal Is Its Pull – Jekyll Mid-Island Beach
The night was soft and thick and black and warm as velvet, silky on my skin, smelling of iodine and salt and crepe myrtle and
So Tidal Is Its Pull – Jekyll South End
The night was soft and thick and black and warm as velvet, silky on my skin, smelling of iodine and salt and crepe myrtle and
To Stand at the Edge
“To stand at the edge of the sea, to sense the ebb and flow of the tides, to feel the breath of a mist moving