captain! periscope. lapping around the edges brine, a soft rhythm


it reminds me, “all the colors of the rainbow” — someday we’ll find it.


a-burst, blindingly fresh; blood and bark binds us in photosynthesis

The Haven

if only all of us were privy to a warm shell of seasoned meat

M Bar and Lounge

sleeping tidily in lacquered berths, char and silk, what fine orphanage