“they say we’re losing centimetresevery year; as if we werea beach that’s losingground with every salt advancethe night is overcastbut why not try, at least,to touch the things our orbitscannot hold, while there’s timewhile we can.”
“they say we’re losing centimetresevery year; as if we werea beach that’s losingground with every salt advancethe night is overcastbut why not try, at least,to touch the things our orbitscannot hold, while there’s timewhile we can.”
Andrew McMillan
“oh love, doesn’t the fact that the world is so big,laid out like ripe fruitmake you want to stay?”
Andrew McMillan“Being one’s true and honest self can often be dangerous; and poetry should always be a place where, if only between the pages, that danger and energy and fear and excitement and love can fizz and spark without ever threatening to burn something down.”
Andrew McMillan“Finallya day will come whenwoken by the xylophoneof sunthroughblindsyou’ll realisethat the beach was not the placewhere horses tore the sandto ribbonthat the scent of him has liftedfrom the last of the sheetsthat he isn’t coming backthat it hasn’t rainedbut the birds are pretending that it hasso they can sing”
Andrew McMillan, Physical“loveis giving everything too easilythen staying to try and claw it back”
Andrew McMillan, Physical“he looks the waysilence looks before it’s broken”
Andrew McMillan, Every Salt Advance“they say we’re losing centimetresevery year; as if we werea beach that’s losingground with every salt advancethe night is overcastbut why not try, at least,to touch the things our orbitscannot hold, while there’s timewhile we can.”
Andrew McMillan, Every Salt AdvanceAll in One Creative & Marketing Platform to tell stories at scale
