Deep Marks by Ali Jones

The first time it had happened, and he’d really seen her, he’d been trawling the pools, tracing his knuckles over crusted rocks, trailing his fingers in the water.

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Afterthought by Ali Jones

Please consider this a note of apology.
We didn’t know that you were the last.

Lullaby by Ali Jones

They linger on inside hollow hills,
until songs bring them back,