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the ARCH-HIVE

BLESSED LITURGY OF GLORY

Arts & culture from the fringe. Back to blog home.

Salt of the sea Salt of the land Moisture and drought Met hand in hand

Walking together No longer apart Sand in their shoes Thirst in their hearts

Gulls drift above Turtles below A kiss in their midst The last we would know

Soulmates that yearned Yet best alone Now wind chaps and scours Our salted bleached bones

By Evan Jones Have you ever heard flaps of a desert crow’s wings bouncing off orange earth; That sweet percussion — soft, rhythmic taps...

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