Do they dream of Hudson Bay of long migrations of vastness of mountain air of howls that carry far enough to proclaim its us and we are here and all of this is ours this lake, these slopes, these trees as far as you can see as far as we can run?
Poetry, writing, life
Do they dream of Hudson Bay of long migrations of vastness of mountain air of howls that carry far enough to proclaim its us and we are here and all of this is ours this lake, these slopes, these trees as far as you can see as far as we can run?
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations. View more posts