Evensong
Gulls, sandpipers, run-off from rain. A blackened beach. The sun's mist-glazed, dazzling eye glares down on the bay. In the distance, crests of dark cliffs secure an ancient horizon.
Time is a green country far west of today, a place no longer voyageable to, its islands long ago washed away. Who understands loss understands all.
What hurled us here from what far star? Light more radiant than this fiery sunset, desire forging the world.
ISBN 978-1-938144-62-2
$17.00 BrickHouse Books
Evensong
Gulls, sandpipers, run-off from rain. A blackened beach. The sun's mist-glazed, dazzling eye glares down on the bay. In the distance, crests of dark cliffs secure an ancient horizon.
Time is a green country far west of today, a place no longer voyageable to, its islands long ago washed away. Who understands loss understands all.
What hurled us here from what far star? Light more radiant than this fiery sunset, desire forging the world.
ISBN 978-1-938144-62-2
$17.00 BrickHouse Books
