WYSSA
Atlantic, The, May, 2005 by Elizabeth Bradfield
Antarctica, 1961
Compressed for Morse, compressed to better the odds this first, flimsy signal might send sense across ocean unbroken, I type just wyssa , which you know means all my love, darling in this telegraph of foreseen longing. In further news, yihke — I have grown
a beard which is generally admired , and with it will tease the soft hollow between your hip bones as you lie in the green field beyond our gate, or, if you dislike the beard, I will lay my head in your lap and let you cut it from me, cut away my months gone
and burn them, acrid and bitter. wuygt — elephant seals are breeding , and although their heaving is ...