“I am the woman at the water’s edge, offering you oranges for the peeling, knife glistening in the sun. This is the scent and taste of my skin: citon and sweet. Touch me and your life will unfold before you,… — Shara McCallum Copy Share
“I am the woman at the water’s edge, offering you oranges for the peeling, knife glistening in the sun. This is the scent and taste of my skin: citon and sweet. Touch me and your life will unfold before you, easily as this skirt billows then sinks, lapping against my legs, my toes filtering through the rivers silt. Following the… — Shara McCallum Copy Share
“You will leave your home: nothing will hold you. You will wear dresses of gold; skins of silver, copper and bronze. The sky above… — Shara McCallum Copy Share Image
