We enter the world in water
As did our distant fish-fathers
Let me swim
Let me feel its embrace
Shall we grow gills in that distant future
Thus fathering fish folk to complete the cycle anew?
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Songs of the Reed
PoetryA repository of various poems that I have written over the years gathered into this publication. Influences range from Whitman, Ginsberg to Shakespeare and Milton and confluence into what is hopefully a larger collection. It'll be updated daily with...
