True Tide
Coast of perfect bays, all night the harbor widens between us; as we sleep the continents change address. I sail …
Coast of perfect bays, all night the harbor widens between us; as we sleep the continents change address. I sail …
The ebony and ivory keys glinted dully in the reflected light from the skylight overhead, despite their layer of attic …
wake me when the careless moon impales on naked branches and stardust thrashes through ocean waves before surrendering to the …
Attending school and working in the day I’m occupied, but that’s not true at night. My lonely longing comes when …
My perfume is sweeter than Vegas, than streets littered with naked cardboard women, than flashing lights and men impersonating Elvis. …