Aurianne Or

Tag: poem

  • Scared

    Scared

    I SHE was scared by all these men dying at sea — in this dangerous impetuous Galician sea. So they had crossed the ocean, fleeing the poverty and famish of their village, — called Orro for it was close to the gold and God of Santiago. And they found this land, where, he, the fisherman,…

  • Belly

    Belly

    I often dream of floods, or overwhelming suffocation seas, or just of being alone in an inhospitable brown river. And yet, I always feel like it’s related to my child. It rings a bell to my being a mother, who can love as vastly as these shady waters; But I feel I have to let…