Marina

*** Sincerely, Sunrain. Is running down my back. Through porticoes, Over the black and white tiled gallery, around the lighthouse, above the fish market, against a cacophonous crowd in masks…

*** At first, there was the fog. Thick silk beige smoke was all that could be heard for miles and miles on either side of sand dunes I’d been allowed…

*** You were lavender tea Steaming in my hands, The sprawling violet sea Dancing in my lips, Ground fresh chai leaves Rolling along my Silk Road, While ‘Because the Night’…

*** Blue above, blue below - My first flight around your world. I’ve left the glowing lanterns of the shoreline and set my airforce over the open ocean, rising up…

*** There is something undeniably gorgeous about sea looking like liquid snow. Today, I felt I was seeing the sea as though the sea was just born. The water was…

*** The boat arrived by post, Not by water. The boat - by post, A sail in an envelope. I lay down and try to sleep. The occasional zephyr From…

*** The day we are born is a plexus of happiness for our parents and grandparents, sisters and relatives - those - in great expectation to see our faces. Thus,…

*** I can't remember precisely when I first saw the sea or how it was, but once I had started seeing it I couldn't stop… until I’d empty it all.…

*** 100 years later, the tower is standing still, is unmistakable from the ropewalker’s view, spotted by Soyuz and wild seagulls, miles out on a clear evening, faded by nearly…