The Literary Magazine of the Osterhout Free Library
Final Cruise
Craig Steele
Can ye fathom the ocean, dark and deep,
where the mighty waves and the grandeur sweep?
― Fanny Crosby
When my days become an afterglow, and I a memory,
scatter my ashes upon those wind-teased waves
that raise the fiery, sunrise tides beyond the nearest
far horizon. I’ll be a shell returning to the sea,
cruising its antique surface where, below me, Continue reading “Craig Steele, Summer 2016”
Blue Jeans
Mason Crawford
I still feel ill
saying your name,
Miss
Or I should start calling you Mrs,
Does your husband
Taste the thieving of innocence
On your lips
Feel my young
Round, boy belly
On your hands
Does he know about
Your hunger for children
Mrs
See it in your eyes
How you long for the
Feeling of
An eggshell body
So
Smooth,
White,
Fragile
Mrs,
I know you’re state’s away
But I can still feel your
Breath in the nook of my neck
Your spider hands
Crawling down my ribcage
The tug of the blue jeans Continue reading “Mason Crawford, Summer 2016”
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