I am unknown to you, here,
in the high winds, kiting.
Aloft, hiding,
in plain view,
my rushing whisper
drifts downward
The Unforgiving Sea
Grown in the water,
born soaking wet,
I am a creature
of the sea. Continue reading “The Unforgiving Sea”
A Lonely Device
The anvil, uncaring,
unfeeling, unsparing,
sounds a blaring
foghorn-howl. Continue reading “A Lonely Device”