Read MoreI hear her song in the wind,
fragile bones
boxed in Worthing,
scratching for reburial
and a new prayer.
Read MoreHands that knew how to channel the sap
from fresh wood, as sweet and sticky
as dark forest in the rain.
Read MoreI hear her song in the wind,
fragile bones
boxed in Worthing,
scratching for reburial
and a new prayer.
Read MoreHands that knew how to channel the sap
from fresh wood, as sweet and sticky
as dark forest in the rain.