she likes the way

the shell

curls into itself


the rub

of smooth carapace

against rough skin.


it is a spiraled grace

she holds, a splintered beauty

left behind.


there is an echo inside

that falls away.

a pulse in silence.


how perfect to become

this self contained

this ghost of flesh


this living stain

so relentlessly

bleached clean


so this is what

desire leaves behind

a soft luster that shines through


the immense whisper

of tides. it is never enough.


how long you waited

to be discovered

dug up from sand


warmed to the touch

held in these hands

worshiped as treasure

Ken Cathers

Ken Cathers has been published in numerous periodicals, anthologies and has just released his eighth book of poetry, entitled Home Town with Impspired Press of England. He has also recently published a chapbook with broke press in Canada. and has another chapbook, entitled “Legoland Noir” forthcoming from Block Party Press in Toronto.  His work has appeared in publications in Canada, the United States, Australia, England, Hong Kong, Ireland  and Africa. Most recently it has appeared in numerous periodicals including Zoetic Press, Wool Gathering Review, The MacGuffin, The Orchard and thewildword.   He lives on Vancouver Island with his family in a small colony of trees.

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