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It should be obvious what happened on the beach where moonlight called to us by way of sea-foam the color of oysters— where rounded sea-rocks bathed, sea-oats blew, where sand was sculpted by and over time— where his right hand with its hungry palm settled itself on my left shoulder, even before we drank wine the color of juniper berries. Helen Losse is the author of Better With Friends, published by Rank Stranger Press in 2009 and the Poetry Editor of The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature. Her recent poetry publications and acceptances include The Wild Goose Poetry Review, Shape of a Box, Distillery and Hobble Creek Review. She has two chapbooks, Gathering the Broken Pieces and Paper Snowflakes. Educated at Missouri Southern State and Wake Forest Universities, she lives in Winston-Salem, NC. |
