I lived so long on the island
I became the island.
I turned my face to the east
where nothing grew,
then held stones to my ears
to learn their names.
In winter,
snow swallowed me whole.
I became the island.
I turned my face to the east
where nothing grew,
then held stones to my ears
to learn their names.
In winter,
snow swallowed me whole.
Gabriel Dunsmith's poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Poetry, Tikkun, Lake Effect, Hunger Mountain, On the Seawall, and Appalachian Review. He is a Pushcart Prize nominee and Brett Elizabeth Jenkins Poetry Prize finalist. Originally from Asheville, NC, he lives in Reykjavík, Iceland, where he hosts the reading series Reykjavik Poetics.
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