Kimberly Ann Priest “I’ve spent much of my life in a quiet tryst with nature,” says Tanya Holtland in the introduction to her debut
Understand blue as sweet, iridescence of a pearl whose cloister seasoned sweet; drink in the soft pedal of a newly painted house excited
Come, you whisper. I run down the triple switchback, don’t stop to lift my fallen fleece glove. I find you in seizure, shivering,
I wake in a small house with one blue wall by a cold sea, also blue, most days transparent where water works itself