There once was a logger, they say, Who shunned the machinery of today. He prefered no motors to shout, just a blade to swing about, and working his muscles this way.

Take me in deep and I’ll make you feel alive, but if you don’t let me go then you’ll quickly die. What am I?

I crash and I drown. I'm one small part of a whole. Moonlight is what births me.

I am a graveyard that never keeps names, each step a promise I will not remember. The sea confesses to me in violence and lullabies, the moon tugs at my bones like an old debt. I swallow wars, lovers, and glassed-over dreams, then shine as if nothing was lost.

I am a graveyard that never keeps names, each step a promise I will not remember. The sea confesses to me in violence and lullabies, the moon tugs at my bones like an old debt. I swallow wars, lovers, and glassed-over dreams, then shine as if nothing was lost.