The Cliff’s Edge
The grass is short, the wind is high,Between the ocean and the sky.I stand upon the crumbling verge,And listen to the water’s...
@chloe_b
“Growing up by the ocean, Chloe’s work is deeply tied to the rhythm of the tides. She writes about the roaring sea, endless summer nights, and the bittersweet nature of fleeting coastal romances. Her debut chapbook won several regional awards for its vivid imagery.”
The grass is short, the wind is high,Between the ocean and the sky.I stand upon the crumbling verge,And listen to the water’s...
The crickets sing their evening tune,Beneath a glowing, silver moon.The campfire sparks fly up so high,To join the stars inside the sky....
The waves crash down upon the sand,A power I don’t understand.The salty spray upon my face,In this wild and lonely place. The...