not all tidesit wasn’t for the want of tryingthe left hand gavethe right took awayboth clenched through the nightgraceless aching joints reportedto another morningthe sky said welcome, anywaythrough floundering yearsa sea so capable of lashing outcarried lungs, ribs anda heart that beats out of habitjust as it can so needlessly cradle the weathered wood of … Continue reading Poetry by Jennifer McCormack