I am moon-swollen, pulled by lunar tides to the tangled edge of the land. My eyes are full of silver, my blood at the slack. This night calls secret songs from my lips. – Emily Banting, 1981
I am moon-swollen, pulled by lunar tides to the tangled edge of the land. My eyes are full of silver, my blood at the slack. This night calls secret songs from my lips. – Emily Banting, 1981
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) July 31, 2020