published in Volume 3, Issue 3 on July 8th, 1996
Part climbing in and closing the lid of the trunk at the bottom of the sea. Part entering, paw by poised paw, the black brush mound, that slum pile hiding away many mouth-sized slithers and squeaks. Part splitting the trunk of a fir tree for fire, part fir fire, part fir ashes. Part lover splitting the sea with his axe down to its poised roots. Part pawing and piling, part tangling and locking, part allowing the lover like a living slither of sea-fire to enter. Part sky, with its whole breath and body, holding down the lid of the sea. Part locking the trunk from within, keeping the sea of the lover outside. Part stirring and stroking again, the smoldering mound of black ashes. Part lover-part entering the mouth-sized sea locked in its own sweet slime-salt and slum. Part one slither sinking moon-like from the later horizon and boundary of the tangle. Part opening the reposing lid of the raucous sea with both hands and stepping out whole into light.