Ether Island: its Youth 1943 – 1954

…and if the bridge still seems to float this morning, in thy mist, Ether Island— the boards still creak and groan and shift like bones under your weight— it didn’t seem to matter, for the Lorelei had sung, the corpse had bloated, had grown thick— and like sailors, the dead float to the surface inContinue reading “Ether Island: its Youth 1943 – 1954”