The course of the creek often takes me
To float from the fringes
From the heat
But sometimes it works to grease the hinges
To free the eel like thing from where it’s taken to nestle within me
All slither, voltage, electricity
So that I must sit, sleep, eat with the beast
Until it’s seen, sated, feasted
Only when I get to the gravel, the grit, the pit of it
Does it seep out of me
Like a selkie from a green sea
Does it seep out of me
Like a selkie from a green sea
Until it goes, you must know
How it moves, how it grows
As you don’t know, until it goes
I’ll tell you
How it moves, how it grows
How I walk with it
Perched on my shoulder
A feathered thing
How it’s talons grip
Tight
Gleaming
How I get it from my body, from my blood, from my bones
Like a stone it won’t draw
It draws slow
And then seeps out of me
Like a selkie from a green sea
And then seeps out of me
Like a selkie from a green sea
When the Yule season rolls around, I am hopeful that some thoughtful souls will silence the all-too-commonplace holiday jingle-jangle in the room and allow sufficient space and stillness to play — and •listen• to — this most etherial take on a classic German carol. Philip David Morgan
One of my favorite albums ever and I listen to it all the time, every song is beautifully made and I admire the songwriting. Way Up on the Mountain wrenches my heart in the best possible way, the blending and passion of these singers is something genuinely special. feathered_fingernail
From harpist Sarah Pagé comes an album that feels like a fairy tale, full of mystic beauty and gentle, fluttering melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 1, 2023