Caleb J. Oakes


Extended Forms of Hunger


I want to watch a movie

with the ocean as the lead role.

I need the immensity of salt,

draught of coastal living;

but there is snow in my yard,

in the grasp of this land-locked state.

          I’ve been drinking much wine and eating many olives.

          This has to benefit me, my heart or my hair, or loosening

          the timbre of my voice at least. Help my memories at least.

          The night trains between Barcelona and Paris. Old world bitterness.

          Romances that I believed had a chance. Across the chill Atlantic

          for not even a kiss.

          I’ve been reading much poetry and eating many oranges.

          This must help my sanity at least, or my sense of beauty or my appreciation

          for the taste of colors. I eat Brazil nuts and skim

          the dictionary for words both elemental and evocative.

          Fully formed words, words that gesture. Words that are their own


Two years later, three years later, my mouth is still a container for darkness.

I know what you see and what you say. I know my life has grown

like a fortress around me. Still, I raise a fork, a glass, a book to my mouth

and absence touches the tongue.

Caleb J. Oakes lives in Central Ohio, and is slightly uncooperative when it comes to talking about himself. He has a B.A. in creative writing from some university. How typical. He is unwilling to go any further in his formal studies because he believes that education is becoming far too industrialized. But that is just his opinion. Most days he looks for a bit of sunshine to sit in as he reads, or a bit of music to jam as he lifts weights in the garage. There's not much to tell. He prefers to be underestimated; appearing as a billow of smoke when he is actually the fire.



Deep Water Literary Journal

2015 - Issue 2 - August





Elizabeth Bodien (USA)

All Souls' Night


Chanel Brenner (USA)

Back at the El Encanto Twenty Years Later


Claire Vogel Camargo (USA)

Touching the Edge of Darkness


Saddiq Dzukogi (Nigeria)



S.E. Gale (Australia)

The Reliquary


Gary Glauber (USA)

In Philippa’s Hands




Clare Hepworth-Wain (England)

To mark her passing


Strider Marcus Jones (England)

The Two Saltimbanques


Robert S. King (USA)

Inside a Photograph

The Ghosts of Machu Picchu


Steve Klepetar (USA)

almost from the first

If It Comes to That


Ron. Lavalette (USA)



Sada Malumfashi (Nigeria)



Rasmenia Massoud (France)

Ghosts in My Skin

Open Mike Night


Catfish McDaris (USA)

Gone Amazon

Soldier Blues


Pat J Mullan (Ireland)

Mother Perfection


Christine Murray (Ireland)




Heather Mydosh (USA)



Caleb J. Oakes (USA)

Extended Forms of Hunger

Frown For Me


David O’Neill (Ireland)

Decisions in the Dark Room


Rachel C. Peters (USA)



Mark Antony Rossi (USA)

This Ancient City

Transatlantic Transfiguration


Walter Ruhlmann (France)

Distorted Echo

The Lips of the Wolf


John Saunders (Ireland)

Murphy is Out for the Summer


Terry Savoie (USA)

Buttermilk Poem


Larry Schug (USA)

As If We Were Not Brothers


Pepper Swell (USA)

Cold Fury


The Man in the Black Pyjamas (Ireland)