June 3, 2020

Endless Summer

The Carnival by the Sea

At nights, the ferriswheel
Jack and I high up
out over the houselights

the tilt-and-whirl, a blind force like wind on waves.



Lines by Jan Claire
and photo by Kosta Bratsos on Unsplash

In the Beginning

Poet You constellate the myths, O royal oracle of archetypes. Photo and poem by Jan Claire

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