Hermit of Burrian

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He sees the swallow roll on her back without falling. He listens for her song day after day. His plot is narrow, he wears a heart of clay.   He bolts the window. Is that breathing under cloths in the … Read More

How to Approach the Pier

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With a bowline tied to your monkey-fist, with your heaving-rope coiled sun-wise, bow to Faray, engine in reverse.   With your stern door lined up to the ramp, the quarry to starboard, slumped where the stones for the pier were … Read More