Silver tails and storms She carved her name in legend and in bone, A buccaneer who claimed the sea her own, Her cutlass sharp, her heart a guarded keep, Until she heard the singing from the deep. No sailor's doom in that celestial sound, But something lost that finally had been found— A voice that...

Title- (Sailormans last call) Salt-crusted lips part for one last breath, The deck beneath me cold as death, But overhead—oh, overhead— The stars burn bright as molten lead. I've watched these lights since I was ten, Through hurricane and blessed calm, They've been my com, clock, and friend, M...

tw: mention of a suicide note Reneging on insomnia I dream Although my bedroom blackness is lonely I weave my eyes shut now more easily The hour of my bliss is now, how lovely How lazy I’ve become as a poet to I used to scratch off verses in a rush Rhyme has coloured my wits through and through No...