the sea sang out to the crazy stars, dust beneath her feet, flowers in her hair,
ivy pinned to a black cave, where the waves swept past with their engines of steel,
the clouds threw their heads back, pretty swing boats of the whitest paint,
pressed against a surreal sky, above the dust and the flowers, the ghosts of the moon.
my poem spring tide has been published in Equinox Zine in its spring issue which can be purchased at website Issuu. my book, and then i returned to you, you my poet of the water is available as a nook book at barnes and noble