Published September 2005
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Two Poems
The Bay
Green sea fermenting into waves laced with white foam. Along the empty quay abandoned houses. Three divers near the boathouse strange amphibious creatures with black rubber skins wrestling the waves climbing the rocks in the apocalyptic sunset that left gold orange strands on the dark waters.
Photographs
The past a drink, a coolness we thirst for. The past a drink, a poison we thirst for. Watching our selves these unknowns more adventurous more luminous new, glossy beings unaware of the dangers touching in their innocence.
