Chasm Gull Rock, Monhegan Island. Picture courtesy of Monhegan Trucking. I want to surface –touch these moments navigate the oblique a rustle of leaves? blink and my harbor master vanishes washed ashore two nights ago oblivious to the storm –inside he lost desire to taste the salt. Share this:ShareEmailLike this:Like Loading... Posted on 01/21/201801/20/2018 Posted in PoetryTagged anxiety, counsel, depression, dreamscapes, listening well, Monhegan Island, suffering, The Daily Post, this writing life
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