The Next Time I Stand at the Edge Amanda Coleman White When my toes just brush that line where land meets brine, I hope I’m not caught in small drama; Instead remembering we are all bodies of water choosing stagnation or flow, some unaware and dying of thirst, others drowning in the shallow end. Water is the magnet I’m pulled toward, one drop expanding my head like porous sea sponge. The buzzing in my brain like a conch shell, the […] Continue Reading
