Passages to Hades

In the silence between words is the yawning gap of my loneliness and beyond this seemingly endless abyss the nation-state borderline rages like singed leafy edges holding on hard to what use to be

Heartbeats

Heartbeats

Into the misty morning Gray
the ‘gulls cry back to crashing wave
across the housing development
and back to the Sound
screams of separation resound.
For they are one, the sea
and the ‘gull
and any moment apart
is like dying
like the crashing
of the wave
and the heart
beats

and i want nothing more
than to get back to you