I’ll make you a red fire
the wind blows outsidethe snow falls in December
but you are safe with me
in our bed
"As you will learn later, the transformation of the stuff of my world into poetry, is a bit of a mystery to me, as I think it is for many poets.” John Haislip (1925–2011) (Literature and the Sea Conference, 1976)
Annora Eksteen Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea But sad mortality o’er-sways their power, How with this rage shall b...
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