Category: Poetry

Walking the waters

If I were Jesus I would walk on water too not for sensational splash headlines just the feel of droplets unpeeling underfoot lightness of being on surface tension the way a breeze tests tensile struts of spider webs waterstriders do the walk on buoyant feet all two hundred and…

Salute

The boy climbed aboard a ship-shaped playground of burnished granite terra firma for adventure; the paternal gaze permissive of distance growing between them gave impetus to daring-do, and narrowing walls mustered him further to the apex then just before climax blinded momentarily by late autumn sun he hesitated;  a magical happenstance etched leaves rising to the third…

Octopus jamboree

eight limbed pussy in limbo dances at the shipwrecking seas on-set of adventure by tiptoe in the hold; to reccy the car goings on of the lost and foundering depart meant for deliverance Pearls for eyes* and tooth some-rsaulting grin, a velvet prod noses the in-betweens of star and port beam of…