For the island has harpooned me.
For the day will not end.
For salt-drunk I swam to an underwater cave and saw clear through but the sea pressed me and I turned.
For I am glad you could not see me clamber onto the stone beach, awkward as a palsied horse and naked but for goggles.
by Matthew Brailas on May 2, 2013May 6, 2013
Imagine horses at night, their terrible heat. A field torn open by hooves. Or slumbering in a great circle. Hair. Haunch. Lilacs moaning in the dark. Fires moaning in the dark. Morning gropes like a mound of hands. … Read More
by Matthew Brailas on April 25, 2013April 27, 2013
Bot check: What is the name of the res. college that begins with an M?