I. Out where the ocean meets the land, the land some dots spread in the sea, remote and distant is the land cut off from where it used to be – The surging tides they push and pull, raise and […]
A poetry collection about the interconnectedness of nature and people. And the illusion of self and individuality.
Sometimes as monologue, sometimes as metaphor. Sometimes even posing as prophecy.
An amalgamation of early and newer prose poems – strung together by the theme and the illusion of a plot. Let yourself be immersed, or fail to understand. The choice is yours.
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“A voice, a voice in distance heard,
it says my name; speaks dreadful words;
but should I heed it’s message, take
for granted this prophecy I hear,
or hope that none of what I fear
shall ever cause me to awake?”