Caleb J. Oakes

 

Frown For Me

 

My burnt heart thumps

for you tonight, like the boot stomp

of a vagrant, waiting at the door of the only house

he believes

he has a right to enter.

 

I cannot say that I have been

to hell. There were no signs,

and no photographs. I staggered through

rows of grey months and unpleasant people.

Whatever we may call that.

Death roosted nearby and hunted

small things in my mind, at dusk.

 

Perhaps here I pass through the customs booth

at the border of hell –

cold house silence deep in a night

without you. Memories, two years

worth of memories to declare, all sharing

your presence as the common thread.

You are the north pole of sadness.

In the water, over Greenland,

magnetic, abandoned, wet and abysmal black,

colder than any word, wincing at the shadow

of every white whale drifting overhead,

cutting the frozen light.

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.

Poetry

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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