Roughnecks and Rakes One and All, the Poet Speaks to Her Subjects, Polar Explorers

I won’t write you that voice, piggy, crass forged by salt & cold & isolation. Filed to edge by time-wrung, absence-wrought rasping or, if not those, by what made you endure.    I know we’re bad luck on boats, women, worse on ice, too humid for this hoar.  And you hate my pen tracking through […]