Poetry: Happy Place

Poetry: Happy Place

Words: Giovanna Macari
Image: Syka Le Vy

Sunlight spreads like honey
On the sweeping dunes.
And I a child in summer’s clothing,
Know not of mournful tunes.
A rush uphill through sand and sky
Hear the sea’s voracious cry
For human limbs.

And I near the ocean clearing
Where hearts desires take their form
Cloudless throngs
Dreams
Once forlorn
I clutch at sandy tip
And all along
A tapping on my shoulder
Psychotherapy session is over.

 

Interview: $ister $ounds speaks to Angel Haze

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