Polyester shreds fall like silt, the slow pedetic descent through currents undulting with sighs and tentacles. So gentle and inevitable in the tranquil aftermath, of such broken seams. Reaching out to touch the flecks. The feeling of history’s suffocating weft, … Continue reading
Glacial introspection caught,
under the spell of yesterday’s fall.
She is writing letters to the ocean.
Frozen fragments of fierce effluvium,
splintering from her shaking cynosure.
January carried in her soul,
Crystals cracking open,
spilling the secrets,
that she harbored.
Let the tide,
(c) Accidental Tentacles 2016