The Golden Octopus of Oscuro Beach
He has lain still since the storm
Exhumed him from the howling
Oceanic.
The storm--
It roosted down, a beast of hunt.
It roosted down to ravage
The shore, the Dunes--
Left its wash.
It left no light
And no ordinary
Tidepool--
How does one begin
To assess the ruin.
Visit the store to purchase a copy of the chapbook.



