Vinalhaven Island
1. The bulb of the ocean, clam-rich, shoe-swallowing. If you live here, you find a skiff that can make the crossing. Safe-house, water-palace. Small rivers the slippers step over. Plaster-work, mosaic, a sailor’s alphabet on the wall. First salt: mud tasted in the arm’s crease, in the black around the nostrils. Even the fog won’t […]