🌿 A poem by Britt Wolfe
We stood on a private island off the coast of Cairns,
the ocean curling around us like it knew
we were rewriting the tides.
I wore blue—
sapphires in my hair, around my neck,
the silver of my tiara already surrendering
to the salt in the air.
Britt Wolfe writes emotionally devastating fiction with the precision of a heart surgeon and the recklessness of someone who definitely shouldn’t be trusted with sharp objects. Her stories explore love, loss, and the complicated mess of being human. If you enjoy books that punch you in the feelings and then politely offer you a Band-Aid, you’re in the right place.
