You can see where the old pier
used to be, hundreds of water
warped posts standing at attention
in the shallow water. You can see
how low the tide has receded. They are
lost souls, blackened by time and hard
water, seething salt from tattered torsos.
They watch the beach as if they remembered
the feel of sand between their toes but
they have sulked too long, become one with
the rippling patterns. Strangers forever
separated by five distinctive feet.
“The Pier” is previously published in Chasing Rabbits (2012).
The first time
I held death
in the salt water of lung
hopeful to be pulled
on raft and have air
pressed into chest.
The second time I pushed
under the water.
I let go
knowing full well there was
no point in waiting for a
I will not give
the satisfaction to mourn
death or save life,
not when I can still
keep head above water.
I may have been made
a fool for carrying crosses,
but I earned them.
They keep me afloat.
These storms leave
in their wake.
“Lifeboat” is previously published in Chasing Rabbits (2012).
fled their holes
a second time
“Alice” is previously published in A Scattering of Imperfection (2009) and More Fire than Sun (2008).