Miriam Jones



nonbinary poem

at that beach where gusts from the heavy south scattered terns into the sky rocks tumbled up and down the shoreline making eggs of one another the beach was laid with these eggs and the timber too was boneround at …

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still work

new year’s day (in kayaks) raindrops               ringing up from shadowfield and goosepimpling the surface I want to enter the grey palette of low hills and saltwater diffuse where they softly touch. we watched shorebirds ceaseless in the mud and all …

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