The Bananafish

A popular fish in some schools the deep sea swallower called the bananafish: Sansjawdsalumpigus. Though it lives on the floor of the aphotic zone, it is not bioluminescent; in fact, it’s invisible. Rising to the surface with changes of tide, mind, and mood, it’s worse by tens than the burbling Jabberwock. A bananafish is never…

Hermit Crabs

A hermit crab leaves home for a new dig again and again gig after gig sea busker. From her mitt he falls web of empty shell on the beach combs a low tide husker. In a shell in a cave floor of the sea hermetically rich rarely distressed he.  

Around the point at high tide

…picking up somewhere we left off… The past is not enough to live on to make ends meet. what test passed avoids stays to wheedle this incessant urge past the tinnitus still sings proof below like wave bounce go easy under the sheer cliff and around the mossy point to the bay where the dolphins…

An Old Cat

He ate no more, “Please me no tuna dish at your open door,” around the room a moat filled with stone worms. For bait he’d chummed kittens cutely perched in nooks of paper cut hearts. A trawler he rowed to catch the bones of relict relish. He went on like this and on, a sophist…

Toward a Rhetorical Ocean

When does a bummer become a hell? For the average surfer, an ocean with no waves is but a bummer of a morning. The lull will pass. Need to pull some maintenance on the surf rig, anyway. But one can’t escape the hell of other surfers when the swell does come in. “All those little…

Anniversary

when cold time frost slips cross moon & sun snivels buff’s hug mist yr fingers & toes fixed to warm grass high above buttered beach swells swirled since our first buss this dovetail tally recalls slips & falls shorts & talls sols wherewithal counterclockwise tetherball pole wrap round & round we

Look Inside “Coconut Oil”

“Coconut Oil” is ready, the “look inside” feature enabled, paperback and e-version. Forty years have passed since the close of “Penina’s Letters,” and Penina and Salty return to Refugio, a fictional beach town on Santa Monica Bay, in “Coconut Oil,” a sequel to “Penina’s Letters.”  Salty is again our first person narrator, and “Coconut Oil”…

Coconut Oil – A Novel Book Launch

Salty and Penina, the war torn, young couple from “Penina’s Letters,” return to Refugio in “Coconut Oil,” a sequel. They come home to Refugio (the fictional beach town located north of El Porto and south of Grand on Santa Monica Bay) in an attempt to retire a bit early. So forty or so years have…