salty feet

do apples move? they roll from palm to palm be an apple with skin to lick and pierce with crisp flesh that parts float like an apple in the bath or on the sea bobbing between my salty feet

The Fish’s Sword

  190 nautical miles north of radiant coast flying like hope in the creamy wash… an incident sweet indeed a serious wounding translucent and blue he fell blood letting deep in the knee a thankful penetration a guilt easing gift he fell on the fish tripping tripping stupid fishing man tripping to the whirring of

Under The Sea

    I think we live under water, suspended in muffled moisture, hanging like invisible tears. I think we envy the octopus, her eight intelligent arms and the seahorse his marvellous paternity! I think we live here, in life’s womb, swaying, swimming endlessly toward angel fish, waiting for the undercurrent to touch us, our naked