Sea’s Sleep

The wake tumble-up through sleeper’s thin lips, spreading seafloor manacles crossed over unseen chemicals run dark by sun’s leeching, an ever-alterable tempest dream conceived. Who fights foam, grained gravelbar biting, repetitious yawn & close. Look, there the friction-speak of dawn… Continue Reading

About Jack Galbraith

Jack is tied to MATC first-timer Ali and thinks poetry is neat. If you’d like, find more at