Deanarrlack : Writing

The Harbor

The Harbor

A Poem by Deanarrlack


A stray from my usual
The Migrants

The Migrants

A Poem by Deanarrlack


The Migrants A sea stands on its white foot-- I travel through your gray hair. You go, a hook where hands should be- Can you recover the oil..
The Cottage

The Cottage

A Poem by Deanarrlack


This took nearly a year to sort out. Its a transformative poem, I think a better one, maybe my worse


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