Nobody
Nobody
Nobody
Say here is a basket of sap
Here is the fall in the path
Its soil dreams of being a forest
Dry wind will braid the branches
Naked leaves in lullabye
Body
Body
Body
Fruit of the mountain peony cracks
Light spills towards the creek
You row towards the question
Nobody
Nobody
Say here is a basket of sap
Here is the fall in the path
Its soil dreams of being a forest
Dry wind will braid the branches
Naked leaves in lullabye
Body
Body
Body
Fruit of the mountain peony cracks
Light spills towards the creek
You row towards the question
Tamsin Smith is a poet, painter, and essayist. She’s published four collections of poetry and a novel. Tamsin also serves as the first curator-in-residence at Arion Press. Over 2022, she started writing songs with musician Zack Smith, so get your ears ready for WONDERCAT. Tamsin was born in England and lives in San Francisco.
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