Gail Holst-Warhaft reads
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Sea Fed, Shore Sheltered Sea fed, shore sheltered, I rocked with sea wrack. Footless yet fixed I often opened my mouth wide to the tide’s wax. Now some man will slide a knife down my sides, strip skin from bone, a quick snack he slurps raw, delighting as he sucks me in. For the Hearing Ear She Shapes Her Sound For the hearing ear she shapes her sound, singing through her sides. Her slender nick is round and round her shoulders lie lovely jewels. Uncanny, her song. A Part of Earth Is Made Fairer A part of earth is made fairer by man’s hardest treasure. Fierce at first, it’s softened, shaped, soaked scrubbed, bound, burnished, bedecked and brought, strong to the step. Joy quivers in it for the living in the halls. It lingers, clinging, lengthening the revelers’ mirth. Don’t censure them—in death it speaks to one and all; the wise know what it’s called. I Am the Hard, Headstrong Push and Pull I am the hard, headstrong push and pull of power forcing forward, coming keen in as I serve my lord. I burrow a tight tunnel under the belly while my lord heaves hasty from behind. Cloth catching, he drags me hot from the hole or thrusts me through a tight passage urging me on, the southern thruster. Say who I am. Listen to more readings from The Word Exchange »