Thursday, November 19, 2009


On some days, I feel as if I barely float above a sunken seabed, among madrepores, coral reefs,bored  fish and seashells.

Some sort of deep sea algae, verdant and scintillating, hungry for an undercurrent that can move me towards a new marine settlement among crawling crabs and shards of amphorae. 

This undercurrent is a poem, ready to shift my shape from among rippling sand dunes. 

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