poem by Mary-Marcia Casoly

On little Cayman Island

by Mary-Marcia Casoly copyright 2008 One sunrise sea every morning warms alone these breasts breathe sheer peasantry 70 degrees ghost crabs scuttle grit ajar camouflage young red-footed boobies wide-feet stagger yawns purple cloud sweet musk-quito air knee and pants torn… Read More ›