A raging tempest creates turmoil For the sailors asea Raging waters, a cruel foil For the sailors who seek A land of prosperity, Of infinite possibilities  But as the waves crash And the salty sprays splash, Their hopes grow dimmer As the creaks of the ship’s timbers Grow louder...

i dig with both handsmud swallowinmy wrists and forearmspullin downwardthe weight of the earthdraggin against my shoulders roots knot round my fingersknuckles cracked open by rocksdirt packed under my nailsrainwater runnin browndown my throatslippin deeperand the holekeeps begginto become my...