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

          music.

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.

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Deep Water Literary Journal

2015 - Issue 2 - August

 

 

Welcome

 

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)

Descend

 

S.E. Gale (Australia)

The Reliquary

 

Gary Glauber (USA)

In Philippa’s Hands

Invention

Jeremiad

 

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)

Eurydice

 

Sada Malumfashi (Nigeria)

Petrocalypse

 

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)

bind

bind.

 

Heather Mydosh (USA)

Unsaleable

 

Caleb J. Oakes (USA)

Extended Forms of Hunger

Frown For Me

 

David O’Neill (Ireland)

Decisions in the Dark Room

 

Rachel C. Peters (USA)

Heroin

 

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)

Numbers