In Sponson’s Wake By Andrew Foreman

In Sponson’s Wake By Andrew Foreman in sponson’s wake of beetled prow, cold foam formed horizons far, gray mist above, blue black below, pitted keel thrum anchored flow, splintered spar led teakwood jibe dawn broke on that deeper now, luff and taut blown by four winds, hidden rough in burlap skins, ‘midship foundered salt and […]