Poetry

The Whalemaid, Singing

Fathoms I voyage below you, my hair the ship–snarling reach of sargasso, my flukes speeding the moon’s rise to the shore. Would you have me hooked from the water like mackerel, light as krill and cold as whiting to warm in a sailor’s arms? I sing the depths and soundings, the lightless stacks and the […]

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The New Ways

The old ways were lost on a dusty road between Orion and Abora, sewn with the splintered skins of stars, tracked in spirals, where once a small boy fit Jupiter in his eye. It became a habit with him, the vast—an ocean fell out of his mouth, and in it he rolled the planets up […]

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