It Rolls in from the Sea

to me

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Happy to Blunder Through

by Nadine Worley

Tentatively stepping into the forest of our 
conversation, I find myself walking along a 
trail of timid pauses. 

Awkward leaves of laughter fall, making it 
harder to see the destination ahead.

But that’s just fine.

I prefer these feral surroundings to the standard
procedure of communication that is done in the 
sterile, trite conditions of commonplace exchange.

We need not be perfectly polite, politically correct, 
or ever so cordial.

Our dialogue, though not graceful, is filled with much 
more sincerity. 

I will take that above mediocrity any day.

Utterance

by Nadine Worley


I will not answer the cry of the hawk
As not to barge in on its lively conversation
With the pine

Oddly Ourselves

by Nadine Worley

Our love grows like the veins in an unborn chicken, multiplying in layers of blue and red as it sits under a mother hen’s warm incubation.

The words you whisper to me float brightly about in the stream of my thoughts, a rubber duck circling the drain of my day.

Your hands on my hips are the Batman signal, bringing good to even the darkest night sky, never mind it being through rebellious means.

With your loving glance comes loss of brain signal, the engine of my thoughts malfunctioning as it enters those Bermuda Triangles.

Your kisses flush the fishbowl of my lungs, as I pucker up endlessly for that vital H²O.

You weird me.
I call it love.

Frolicking Fluid

by Nadine Worley

The rain parachutes in
Landing precariously on the roof
Of our sodden homes

It slides surreptitiously 
Down metal shingles
Whose tin gleams have been dulled
By the clouded canopy billowing 
In the sky

Descending is a game
Won only by infiltrating the crevasses 
In plaster, drywall, wooden fixtures

When victorious
The rain will celebrate its success
With a jump from the ceiling

Forgive that drop 
Which just drenched your temples
It is only a moist ninja
Seeping in to play