Marion Boyer – All My Flowers
All My Flowers Antarctica I know ice whalebone white green and turquoise, milky ice, ice blood-red when the algae blooms; candle ice, pack ice, pancake ice, and cat ice that glazes water so thinly a breath would shatter it; lolly slush, loose crystals in a salt-water slurry; young ice and its false maturity. I know […]
