In Poems & Fiction

The waves’ teeth gnaw the shore.

Eyes closed, I count my scales.

At what point does a thing become itself

and not itself?

Starlight, always younger than its time,

I am my own origin.


For some, life is like swimming the Atlantic

without getting wet;

for others, the most pleasurable drowning.

Everything begins and ends with the sea.

Tell me, what was Adam and Eve’s surname?



Appeared in Right Hand Pointing, December, 2016


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