WRECKAGE, AFTER THE REVERIE

  Restless morning after night’s twist. From day we’d split like shadows Into the swallow of darkness But dreams are billowy breaths That toss ships under sheets Of stormy seas and we- single sleepers Under the blindness, washing up And through time and buried thought. Restless morning after night’s twist. Lip trembles at dream’s touch […]

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BY THE TIDE

  There, by the water’s edge, where kids collect sand in pails as if a piece of plastic can save time, he watches docking ships report their findings- new worlds beyond the old waves he never managed to rise above. I had the urge for going, he recalls saying once, when he could run faster […]

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REFLECTIONS ON OUR SHIPS

Drifting a ship at sail weighted to the wind’s whim captive to the currents that may come servant to the sway of the storms fated to the fickle folly that lies in wait down deep down deep in the depths below the ebb and flow beneath the ripples and reflections beneath the ripples and reflections […]

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