Cover photo by Henrik Dønnestad

Poem of the Week | Lost at Sea by Isaac Quinn

when i was lost at sea, there was a

song i used to sing every night to make me dream

sweet things. it spoke of a boy who needs

faith going into a church, and believing

in everything there but himself. to

sleep, i would taste

the words inside my mouth like

the food i so desperately longed for. the

days were long, but the nights were real.

the sky and ocean becoming one solid thing,

blending into each other like

paint or a pair of lovers. some

would say i went mad there. became a stranger,

strange inside this body, but when you

heard me sing the song, i watched you recognise it.

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