I've never unhinged the door
to invite in the light of reason,
always incurious, cemented in
my own world unless someone
comes, absorbed in the waves
of my own heartbeat with
nothing to trouble me inside
Winters coaxed this sandspit
From shore and outgoing tides,
In radiant disarray, have returned
Land to the harbor by at least a half,
Leaving mud flats adorned with
Alluvial fans, hump-backed inlets
*Sensitivity warning: violence, gun violence, death, descriptions of blood, graphic descriptions of violence I can’t sleep tonightBabies are in cold storage instead of bedsThoughts and prayers […]
Not only are Emma and Oliver likable characters, but author Jennifer Hawkins offers such descriptions of the manor and Cornwall that you feel like you are right there with the dynamic duo.
The heating pad, a simple thing that costs $20 turned into a source of comfort, an almost emotional therapy tool as when I couldn’t sleep because of a troubled heart.