I am safe in harbour, but that’s not what I was built for Lights of shore I keep back pocket snug with buttons, lint, coins to be placed on moon-scrubbed eyes. Ripples that shudder headlands as they beach surrender to shifting sands unfurling strands of seaweed, rushing back to nightly waters where barnacles wait to…
Padre Island, State Beach The husbands have left their wives, and thereis a little girl on the sandbar trying to bend spoonswith her little head. The detritus of the garbage dumprolls in – used needles, seaweed corpus. Driftwoodused to be the bark of a mangrove, of a ginkgo,but now it’s just wood. The names, all…
Plaque For A Kelp Forest Praise to the oxygen producers! Those underwater ropestossed and tangled in the gyres. Up, up to the second skyand wriggling about, housing the sea lions and whales against the teeth and pounding storms. But, oh, how can praise be expressed in a tongue foreign to you! Plantsdon’t speak, barely see… And…
Our Little New Atomic Age Out again with your blue-grey filter calling for that darkly, sick boyhood, the search for years you cannot Un cover— they dredged the coastline twice and then said Goodnight and you kept going; wondering, wishing, withering from the sinking feeling, the wrought belief that Love is not a…
Shipwrecker’s Ball Our nighttime here upon the sea has slowed down to a crawl,In a whiskey fit, we’ll sink our ship to host our Shipwrecker’s Ball. Send out the invitations, catch the harpies on the wind,There’s no need for decoration for all the times that we have sinned. Our skeleton crew has come to terms…
A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving It’s been a year- let me tell you this yearLucy said Kick it and we did. Again.She promised; assuaged, dissuaded our fear,said she’d Let us kick it as her ‘dear friend,’ but Lucy really wanted a good laugh.She watched us flat on our back, blacking out,tripping over two left feet and…
Rom-Coms For Trans Boys are a religion, actually. You get the boy. He loves you back, too. You get to be his man. Grow up. Grow old. Grow younger in some magicmontage that lets you go to all the restaurantsballroomdancesnewyearspartieshotelroomsyou can stomach. (spoiler: you can stomach them all. You can vomit them back up after, …