how good to be swallowed up to be let in
or let out
blue expanse
spreads
the narrows
a maw
stretching ship-wide
the fence stands
to guard the ocean from the town (or is it vice versa)
lucia presses her face between cold bars and wills cargo ships
to come crashing in.
Somewhere early on I decided that the only course was, perhaps, to giggle the bastards to death. That too, I soon found, was slow and steady work, like the tomcat…
““Delicate creatures of decoration” Watson’s women are not. These are hard-working matriarchs and daughters of fishing families.”
“Through vibrant colour and myriad forms of life, I attempt to present a unique view of the underwater world beyond the Newfoundland shoreline – the seabirds along its rocky cliffs…