responsive-lightbox domain was triggered too early. This is usually an indicator for some code in the plugin or theme running too early. Translations should be loaded at the init action or later. Please see Debugging in WordPress for more information. (This message was added in version 6.7.0.) in /home/sundre5/ducts.sundresspublications.com/content/wp-includes/functions.php on line 6114Barracuda<\/strong><\/p>\n Face down in the cool seas of some heaven, ——————————————————————————— The familiar smell of bait has drifted. Her child has spoken pointing out impressive details. The ship is not a graveyard, Barracuda Face down in the cool seas of some heaven, armoured in the faint moonlight on our skin, our spines faced the flicker of hot stars. In mid-drift we found barracuda. Seven swords hovered like birds of prey in the shreds of shadow, between rubble and long weeds. Stumbling among the pack, we watched them […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-68","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=68"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=68"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=68"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=68"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\narmoured in the faint moonlight on our skin,
\nour spines faced the flicker of hot stars. In
\nmid-drift we found barracuda. Seven
\nswords hovered like birds of prey in the shreds
\nof shadow, between rubble and long weeds.
\nStumbling among the pack, we watched them feed
\nan ancient hunger. We watched. We shuddered
\nat the buoyant flesh, how the red clouds spread,
\nspelled and natured their ferocious intake.
\nThey swam against us before we could shake
\nthe paralysis they placed in our heads. Dread
\nwas a comb of teeth, a dark eye, the shape
\nof their display, the seas of heaven, the dead.<\/p>\n
\nGhost Ship<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nThe house is not a graveyard
\nand she cries in the kitchen.<\/p>\n
\nagain; he’s taken the ship
\nfrom its cabinet, showing it,<\/p>\n
\nBut the tackle’s become cutlasses.
\nPort holes, since then, are cannon chutes.<\/p>\n
\nand tears are in the kitchen.
\nThe smell has drifted. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"