Fractal Moonrise
for Jenna and Nick As the sun sets, the full moon rises pink over the bay. White caps crest, fold back within, and crest again. Your head rests on my thighs. In the in-between of dusk irrelevance of...
View ArticleIn the Aftermath of Grief
for Reema (4.16.2007) I remember your face as it was the day before the April snows. We danced together, swirling skirts and twirling feet. I see you on the train, turning your head hair swinging out...
View ArticleAt Sea
The waves lap the hull then fall back on themselves disapating into sea foam. Lap, fold, hiss. The schooner rocks gently, cradled on a deep royal blue blanket spread past the horizon. My body, cross...
View ArticleAfter Spring Rain
Post rain sweat sticks my bare soles to the porch. The air heavy with relief and the cold close behind. The Dogwood tree bracts just unfurling green and expectant waiting to hold white unbloomed...
View ArticleA moment in balance
The Bay is glassy, stretching from the darkening shoreline, beneath the hull, to the far off horizon. Pink-orange sun lowers incrementally into its salty depths, one long fingered reflection reaches...
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