Sea fills the air. Salt and sand, Blue and grey and white, Silver pearls, Waves and whirls. And I am full of sea breezes. I wrote this poem dreaming of Prince Edward Island. My father actually first said the phrase “full of sea breezes” to me, but I quickly adopted it as my own andContinue reading “On the Island”
I want to lay Down in the piles Of leaves To feel the soil Slowly consume The part of me That’s already rotten. This was a poem I wrote at the end of October and posted on Instagram. Posting here for posterity.