#164 (seasalt)

every puddle

calling me to the sea

crescent shells dancing

in the river

that used to be a street

seasalt sprinkled

onto my heart

11th July 2017



#115 (bright lady of the depths)



like the Mariana Trench

her songs bury my fears

acidic tears

shimmering dreams

rooted in my fins

nautical knights

whetting their swords

on lime stone

and quicksand

lurking sea beasts infiltrate

my imagination


the bright lady of the depths

bites my flesh

tasting my memories

I am a sweetwater eddy

pouring into

her abyss

*14th January 2017