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Today I’m taking a break from poetry (and round four of agent query letters!) to share an essay of mine that went live today at Mothers Always Write. The editors are incredibly supportive, and have established a loyal base of contributors. Please take a look, and share it with friends–while you’re at it, enjoy this always lovely, always well-written journal (which has also published other essays of mine, which you can read here, here, here, and here).
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The weather is sunny in Seattle today, and so it is easy to be joyful. Some days, not so much. This poem deals in water, in wind, and most of all in the true source of hope.
When the Tide Comes in
Jesus was a sailor, after all,
split knuckles good for more than just
On bad days, I listen
as rain pounds out the
staccato rhythm of my mood,
and I think,
At least I’m not in a boat.
Sometimes I have to wait.
There he is, asleep among dead fish,
Untroubled by the chafing sea.
predictable as the tides,
he wakes and
my merchant navy
shipping crates full
stacked 20 tall
a quadratic equation
the brisk salt breeze,
bright pennants flapping,
gulls flying over
red boxes full up
This poem appeared in The Phoenix Soul November 2016.
For other poems, check out “A Small Rebellion“, “Perspective“, and “Winter Hike in the Mountains“.
Live somewhere, like an apartment, condo, or house? Have neighbors who are (presumably) humans?
Then head to your local bookstore to read my latest essay “Earplugs Make Good Neighbors” which you can find in print in Funny Times!
In case you need convincing: this essay involves marijuana, a beach, and a dead squirrel. Serious literature, people!