Poetry #6: Face, Chiasmus

Waves outside Waikiki.

Catching Waves By Paula Bender Paddling my surfboard into the lineup, I assess the lineup of game faces, and take my place. I search for familiarity: Eyebrows that twitch Wassup? I take my place a little to the left, a bobbing spectator. You don’t paddle out and catch the first wave you see. You wait.… Continue reading Poetry #6: Face, Chiasmus