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Panthalassa

What can I say

about the Atlantic Ocean

that isn’t already obvious?

 

It’s ancient and angry

with cobalt gray waves

that crash with purpose

 

into sand as if the water

itself has been wronged

and the body

 

collectively seeks

revenge on the Earth

for separating it

 

from its sister oceans

so many millions

of years ago.

 

The Atlantic Ocean

was born a bastard child

of Pangaea.

 

And now its watery

arms reach out

and slam against

 

every remnant of the late

super-continent to force

land to know pain.

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Haiku

Cloud over the sea –

a tumor reaching toward

green and blue from gray.

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Anti-Depressants

I place the pill

on my tongue

to dull the pain

my ancestors gifted to me.

As I swallow

the selective serotonin

re-uptake inhibitor,

I think of the moment

you touched my eyelashes

because you knew intuitively

that no one else had ever touched them before.

 

Your touch. I cannot say the words enough.

Your touch. I place your touch inside a vault.

Treasure your touch. I place your touch on my tongue

to eliminate the pain.

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New Jersey is the Smallest String of Light

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New poems up on Paint Bucket