Poem – SANDHOUSE (By Elaine Nadal)

SANDHOUSE – By Elaine Nadal    When her house was still standing, it sufficed as a place to bathe, eat, and sleep– a space for the familiar formed by strangers with the same blood drops sprinkled on the dirt, conspicuously evoking words that have been written on the stone walls of a cave– crushed, combined with sand to create a […]

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