poetry




Exposure

By Phillip C. Sunkel IV | psunkel@flagler.edu

Fingers fumbled with agitated arrangements of large white befuddlement flail to fix the frame
A slight sly touch succumbing to the moving picture of the motion picture of our perfectly pictured life
But picture the fixture that attaches to the slightest sight of this motion picture life


When we escape

By Phillip C. Sunkel IV psunkel@flagler.edu

Our footprints in the sand mark the direction of a drunken story tale,
Our bodies clenched together to support our inebriated minds.
Another step towards the car only leads to another, and another,


Siren’s Song

Contributed by Jake Heckman

A lonely boy amidst a sea,

He could be you or could be me.

Upon his raft grows an apple tree