August 2020

Proof of heaven

As in a soup, spoon-hot,I float with noodles – the yellow tubes hold me upand I defy gravity,my organs mystified at the lack of pressurefrom above or below All is calm: I drift,waiting for God to speak Like Julian, I look…

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Limit of navigation

Pulled by the pain of wind and tideand racked by rainyour body moves from side to side You toss and touch the shallows gather in the sheetstumble face down, indiscreet Naked to sand and stone, so closeto land: pillow fair headstranded…

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