Coils of Will
Across a turbulent ocean in hues of blue with hints of green, I traverse 10,565 km to touch the wild. Spoils of heated evenings span four years to entwine the presence and absence of two lovers in disparate realms.
As the wind blows from the east under the Flower Moon, I listen to the clatter of the shutters, the roiling of restless waves. From the balcony of midnight, I tease the rising mercury. A twist worthy of a woman’s will. Read More »