Monthly Archives: July 2016
Go slowly to see the little things. The junebug sees them. Perched upon a sun-drenched Blackberry, fat and wet With morning dew. Her shiny green armor Glows as I stare, intently. Suddenly, she lumbers Into the blue sky we Share. … Continue reading
Mussels, oh mussels. Mussels are good things, How they sidle up to white wine and garlic, As though ready to fall in love at first kiss, Taking on the whole of the thing and giving Fully their own juices … Continue reading
Tell us not about your pain, nor how badly you were hurt. We do not wish to read of blame; waste not the words in fruitless work. The value to the reader, rather, is knowing what you saw, In standing … Continue reading
I stripped and waded into A night surf tumbling. I leapt, white on black. I was a fish now, enjoined With the sea. Buoyant in my Slippery nakedness, My cock to the Heavens, the breaker Washed across. I felt for … Continue reading
There is a certain satisfaction in the joy of not collecting, Shell upon shell and each more lovely than the last. I think of women in the city in summer tops, loose breasts, Full and ripe, just a touch … Continue reading
She reminded me recently how easily it was To get tangled up in the bad stuff. We were fishing. Not a normal pursuit, But one I loved and Asked her for. Now a wad of line and a bent … Continue reading
Still the ocean lies, but never laying truly, Roiling her face, in steady waving motion, And underneath the blue, all of life unruly, Immeasurable genesis of life; vast mother ocean.