Excerpt from Sanctuary by Donika Kelly. The ocean, I mean, not a woman, filledwith plastic lace, and closer to the vanishingpoint, something brown breaks  the surface—human, maybe, a hand or foot or an islandof trash—but no, it’s just a garden of kelp.A wild life. This is a prayer like the seaurchin is a prayer, likeContinue reading “FIVE HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN”