Blood feeds on red marrow to surge and rip through bone and be the fuel our bark sails on, bodies of water and their memories come to land heavy laden with awareness of pure being only in this skin. Arrows writhe too and twist plucked from their quiver to pierce flesh and bone as though coming home. The heart strains and comes to a stop chasing its beat while those left behind (...)
Poetry
Saint Sebastian
for Joe Saccio
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