Tag Archives: J C Sturm

From the Shaky Isles

ISLANDS O for God’s sake they are connected underneath They look at each other across the glittering sea some keep a low profile Some are cliffs The bathers think islands are separate like them I feel so fortunate. I’ve heard gifted … Continue reading

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