Sea Salt

Far away at the bottom of the sea Tiny little bubbles slipping away We made our home in the old sea torn barrel While the fish and the white time passed us by From shell to shell we hopped Outgrowing, sleeping around Then we found that the old sea torn barrel Was still anchored into the corral floor We...

The Cassandra

It’s time for us to walk among the frost January has come upon us again The frozen air will make me peacefully stoic And you will ask me if everything is alright In town the chimneys will be working Lazy clouds slowly climbing brick conversing Until their destination is reached And the sky’s icy...

Thirteen Shapes – Part 1

On early mornings we would pack the car My three brothers and I anxious for the shore Red plastic sand buckets, carefully packed lunches The shore fenced by sweltering pavement My Mother would unpack as we ran for the waves The cold water burned the heat from my hooves And my flesh would retreat from its...