In the salt
In the Salt of Us: Brackish Reflections on Life, Death, and Place
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A new cosmology is emerging from my feet, sandy and calloused with walking, in need of washing, of oil and tears, in need of the nibbling fish of salty bayous, the anointing oils of rosemary shrubs, the sweet purity of honey on the lips, of milk at the breast. A new cosmology has traveled from the tendons of my strained ankles, through the tight muscles…