POETRY
To Have, to Hold
Ekphrastic free verse after Nick Cave
You pass yourself
on the long walk,
on the fade of the strand,
an old heart splitting
and it feels like a dawn
unbounded as ocean
a body moving past the skin
You pass yourself
on the long walk,
on the fade of the strand,
an old heart splitting
and it feels like a dawn
unbounded as ocean
a body moving past the skin
Stories that matter. Emotion first and foremost.