Sea Mossing at Milk Island

Milk Island, milk of the sea Goatsherd apocalypse, wading out to me. Thrust to thine hands, O God, Trust and thrust to thee alone Seagull’s maneuver, straws down wind, Rockweed nest by rounded stone. Once was boy with rake so square, Racked against rock your seaweed hair; Heisted high and into the hold, Glove on […]

Sea Mossing at Milk Island Read More »