Burning Bush | Marie MacSweeney

Pacing that cold beach of a dark night you fish for truth in those swathes of space where a ship’s lighting embraces the moon. There is a slice of sky and shingle where you cast your nets, spreading starlight around you for illumination. The gods mock this, their gimlet eyes fixed on you. Bareback, they …

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