We used to live there, out in the water. Every summer, father would pile us in a boat, pull the string on the motor, and time would disappear into sun, water, and fresh seafood crackling on a propane fire. Years of summers I spent like this with nary a care and limitless sandbars to explore.Continue reading “Summers”
Sweet mother it makes the sound again and the waves wash piss and shit out of my pants. The waves that come harder with each splashing footfall. The rise sucks them out again. Each step makes the surf even angrier. I am going to die. I am certain, yet compelled to wait here on theContinue reading “A Final Moment”
I’ll likely never know what it takes to stand naked in the chillier days of March, under a star-strewn sky, pulling a God through a Euclidean plane. I’ll never know what she felt, working magic she was born to work. But I do know a slave never forgives its master, and neither will I forgiveContinue reading “Angular Slave”
A small atoll sits brown on blue water that stretches beyond the horizon.