and you showed me the letter
from your father who left when you were five.
I saw one once—heaved onto the sand with kelp
stuck to its blue-gray skin.
Heavy and immobile,
it lay like a great sadness.
Waters of the Faroe Islands Run Red With Another Horrific Grind For the second time this season, the waters of the Faroe Islands are red with the blood of slaughtered … Continue reading