I’m lost, unmapped, swimming through limestone chambers, fish disturbed by flippers, searching for air pockets, my oxygen running low, It’ll get cold where you’re going, you’d better…… Read more “Tessa Livingstone, Undersea Caves Seem Out-of-Scale to The Explorer”
Joyce Schmid, Even the Air
…even the air is independable…–HD Lavender,why are you straining toward me?I am not the sun.Day lily,I have no reprieve. And you, my little sister,when you grasped at…… Read more “Joyce Schmid, Even the Air”