Tag Archives: ocean
Slotted between worlds, a living wake, whitefulness encroaching like a milkspreading cape of ocean, the requisite baffle and glare, It must be the angels riding in mounted on Mercy, you think, and you wait for them to turn the corner, … Continue reading
If you cut out my tongue I will grow a new one I have done it a dozen times before, if you deign to curse and steal my eyes go right ahead innervision has a long history of citing the … Continue reading
Mermaid in torn jeans, sea glistening on her knees- Your myth is safe with me.
Whirling, to net wind, Nature, ordained to coerce, gives breath to poems. (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson)
Today I had lunch at Boris and Vera’s. Vera made Borscht. She remembered how I used to love to come down and eat Borscht. It always felt exotic to me. Anya hated Borscht. Which is why Vera appreciated my appreciation … Continue reading
Writer’s deep sea task, how to breathe underwater– Air of faith, no mask.
Incite, the heraldic crash of the ocean’s champagne fete, or, how the waves, lattice and white-maned, sire the sea’s cadent fret.