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A tender meditation on memory, wilderness, and estrangement, where childhood longing and ancient language entwine.
“I want a portal I can walk through to a place where people aren’t permitted to visit twice: youth. I want my parent’s laughter crackling through my ears half a…
An elemental cycle of weather, memory, and dream—these poems trace Tasmania’s winter and summer in stark, sensory incantations.
“Like boulders surrendering to time / and mountain streams that through them whet / their bulk to granules of regret…”