A Foggy Night On An Abandoned Wharf


Be mindful on your midnight stroll near the waterfront cool and dark, an inland fog like a dungeon of mist will leave you barren, desolate, and stark. Be careful where you place your feet, many wharf rats you will meet, they’ll be dragging maggoty fish heads into holes, or doing trapeze acts upon the slimy poles. Be mindful on your wayward walk, it’s easy to slip and fall and drown in the murky dock. ~ Poet Stoker


Night Swimming

Night Swimming

Now behold above you glowing dim, an orb of splendor in low light’s whim. One to place your soul upon its brim, and hang your hat upon a limb. Naked and bathed in golden light,  the time is nearing past midnight. ~ Poet Stoker