You drop breadcrumbs
little tokens
of happier times
that make me think
there might be
a trail back to then
but they turn to mush
in the ground
that has turned to mud
from the salt water
that drips
from my wounds
and I am reminded
once again
of frozen tundra
in this ice age
which we live in
crumbs cannot sustain
more sustenance
is needed
to combat
the cold
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Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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Rachel Reviews: The Spiral Archive by Pieter Hendrik
It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
By Rachel Deeming2 days ago in BookClub
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Wow, the crumbs turning to mush and then salt water tears- really great poetry here!!
Brilliant poetry 🏆✍️🌺🌺