Bury Me in the Sky
Even without a face of moon
the tides know a jealous mother
The notion of being stuck inside the very want that has or soon will end you haunts Comito’s narrative fractals. —Luke Johnson
Bubbling underneath the rivers of words running off into the sea is a flowing sense of imagery that unites life cycles. —DM O’Connor
Order here Nixes Mate Books, March 2020
Cover photo: Mike Kiniry