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  • Writer's pictureNeon Mariposa Magazine
    • Jul 2, 2020
    • 1 min read

North Wind by Dorian J. Sinnott

We washed up on the shores of our own wonder,

mysteries of endless deserts and river mouths,

making love with the sea.


Let me breathe in the North Wind,

sailing across the scenery of your soul,

like blue static in the lighting—

until sunburst reaches our door,

leaving her breath upon our lips.




Dorian J. Sinnott is a graduate of Emerson College's Writing, Literature, and Publishing program, currently living in historic Kingston, NY with his two cats. When he's not writing, he enjoys English horseback riding, playing violin, and traveling to comic cons up and down the east coast. He is the social media editor for Coffin Bell Journal. Dorian's work has appeared in numerous magazines and journals, including: Crab Fat Magazine, Riggwelter, and Nightingale & Sparrow.  

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