And to the ship with sails unfurled on red horizons said the wind, ‘Come follow me’...
I could buy a boat and disappearDip below the horizon and enter a new worldDraw life from the sea, guidance from the starsSwell and heave with the wild tideConverse with monsters of the deepDrop anchor in strange waters andSleep under moonbeams scented with myrrhIn harbors of lands unmapped, unknownThe lifeblood of the Earth could be… Continue reading My Next Big Purchase
A slow dance to the rhythm of heartbeatsBeneath the surface of a blood-red seaOur hearts beat madly against the wavesCrashing over the wind-smooth sea wallBattering the harbor’s defensesSeeking to sweep away the port protectedThrow it all out to distant horizonsTear the wall to piecesLet the tide in to cleanse our soulsThis perfect vulnerability knows only… Continue reading Dance of the Blood Sea
It doesn’t matter how carefully I walk on wet grass— The water always finds a way to seep into my shoes. Strange thought to have when carrying what I am. Four of us lead the way to the hillside. The dead here are buried high up To make their ascent just a little easier. Beneath… Continue reading The Hillside, or The Pallbearer
The rock thrown out of the deep, pummeled by iron waves that seek to tear it back beneath the surfaceA ship glides empty like a wooden desert, lost upon swells that cannot feel it, bleaching dry when the sun can find its way through the gray aboveSea-soaked sails with holes like the moon fly above… Continue reading Ghost Ship
When I came to the cove, I knew it immediately as the place I sought. The wind that had battled my advance across the open sea died as I brought my boat around the outcropping of rock that formed the entrance to the small harbor. I did not need to look at the aged photograph… Continue reading Ritual By the Sea