Targeting a welders yard for a treasure.
The waves were capping white and frothy...
The waves were capping white and frothy, the lines from her hull snaking out into the reach of that gale and all we could see was her mast rising from the gully of that terrifying sea.
Something about a crow and a black moon. A horizon seen from a marshland, seagrass on fire.
Something about a crow and a black moon. A horizon seen from a marshland, seagrass on fire.
The wounded hulls. Sidelined. Watching winter approach.
The wounded hulls. Sidelined. Watching winter approach.
If you stood below a fish dump on a sunny day...
If you stood below a fish dump on a sunny day as if you were the bait barrel or truck bed looking up, you might see this.
Along those lines.
Along those lines.
Splintered
Splintered
Searching for scaffolding of a folding heart. Yours. Or mine.
Searching for scaffolding of a folding heart. Yours. Or mine.
And all this darkness finally allowed me to see you for what you are.
And all this darkness finally allowed me to see you for what you are.
The beginning of the dark season, which at this point I find oddly soothing.
The beginning of the dark season, which at this point I find oddly soothing.
The season for getting to know that shadow.
The season for getting to know that shadow.
Both Sides Now
Both Sides Now
Something about turning that other cheek.
Something about turning that other cheek.
What Was Seen But Not Said
What Was Seen But Not Said
What arrived in chains.
What arrived in chains.