The blind man stands on the bulkhead feels the tide through the timbers a vibration in his balls and the balls of his feet drunk on the scent of creosote the rampant fertility of the ocean
he’s been told the ocean is big a roofless cavern shifting dancefloor all he knows is that it communicates arrhythmically with mist and judder punctuates itself like a child
his skin is beginning to burn a tightness on his arms the backs of his hands blotched with salt speckles and eczema heat building for which he has no answer there’s no desire to fall forward
the water sounds like a slurping maw sucking its teeth for every dead morsel – he doesn’t want to see cares nothing for the mystery of fish of icebergs of leaping whales stands in defiance a snack unavailable
a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
skipped rocks through a stream today the opening of a brand new day its frame is in minor decay the bleached wood massed in bone piles, we pulled it from dark beach and built fire in a fenced clearing the
Back in the Summer of eighty five thank God I was still alive music was filling the streets as I chilled by the strip here’s the trip many girls were dressed with flames both were not ashamed the innocence of
Away from the crowd She whispered her tale. To the cresting waves, To the frothy foam, To the flying seagulls, They knew her soul. They were waiting for her To wash her heart. She left the remains, She was carrying
We live in a world full of blindness, Everybody is looking, But yet lacking kindness, Ignorance has made us all crazy and mindless, Nobody willing to stand up Instead acting spineless, Evil has spread And started to become timeless, People
Everything we know, or think we know, comes from an infinitesimal speck of time and space. “Important” people, just random specks of insignificance. Nothing more than Sea Monkeys, fluttering around Sea Monkey world. Everything spoken as truth only reinforces ignorance.