Poetry – Page 7 – A Dash of Sunny

Saltborn Fury

Sanaa -

She came up from the sea— not walking, not swimming, but as if […]

Sanaa -

The tide does not return what it has taken, only drifts its hands […]

Sanaa -

All in all, a poem without punctuation, a fist full of sky, a […]

Sanaa -

In the shadow of skyscrapers, the air sighs thin, a whisper of gray, […]

Sanaa -

Not a rose, not a red-lipped promise. I give you a garlic clove. […]

Sanaa -

I have gathered them for you, cupped in my palms, their skins bruised […]