the tide rises, the tide falls | an oceanic literary magazine

i am hungering
with pinprick eyes for your trawler on that skyline...

You see me in the shape of water,
How my arms reach to you...

red ring box
her reply resounds...

how do you learn to swim
if you have already drowned...

Down the hazy sky the sun
slid. My baby’s squeals punctured…

One bay, two villages, facing as edges
of a rising smile. The tide’s retreat beyond...

No one is here except for me and every
body I’ve ever been...

sunset drive
your laughter...

take current number – reverse it – minus two for me – plus two for you
two a.m. an hour ago...

fading tide
on mirrored sand...

Misanthropy is a word I may have learnt under duress,
in the aftermath of devotion...

I want to hold this moment
like tide pools in the palm of my hand...