“Harbour’s Mouth” and other poems by Annette Skade

Threnody I know why the sea churns. A woman gets the news, drops to the chair, floor - further, the quick in her bleeds out. She is liquid now, leaching away, this hour, this day, day-on-day. At the back of her eyes a face ebbs and flows: his lop-sided smile makes room for her touch, [...]