The Anguish Cup

Hemp rope, bind
the chafing-tether,
tight to the stem,
and other-ended,
snugly wrist-wound,
make the scar tissue
crack and bleed,
regardless of whether
each move was gentle
or as light as a feather. Continue reading “The Anguish Cup”

Cresting Waves

As these cresting waves break,
sea foam tries to take me
by the ankles,
drawn out,
to be
one
with
the

wake. Continue reading “Cresting Waves”