harbour

  • On the Death of Arthur Beetson (written 5/12/2011)

    .. until the horse is on fire in far from quenching, will it run spittle mad pass the border to hopefully, sweet water. and i’m just flicking stones on the pore’s silver service for all who have never lived by… Continue reading

  • 2013 early nerdity of love *smile*

    Watery sea dragon circle dance under swim foal shoal a whim run kick spark bubbly you we mare the sea whisker to harbour blending ring Continue reading

  • The Shipyard

    The night harboursblinks with electricityto nerve the port headand lighthouse eyeevery bone is a shipthe skeleton fleetmooring to journey of bodyin the coming morning the night harboursghostreadingsthat steal away to dancehallssailor to shorewalker to dancehall dancertreading boards on the pierthe sun… Continue reading