Charles D. Tarlton
On The Sand
If I drowned here on Ocean Beach
In fierce notorious currents,
And my hair, my swollen blue eyes
Lay clutched by seaweed haptera
On the still-wet sand at the top
Of the swash, among drilled black stones
And the shells left by hungry gulls,
Children might use me in sandcastles
Dream me into their wet dungeons.
Hear the whispering waves.
Bio
Having taught mainly English and Italian Renaissance political theory at the university level for a long time, Charles D. Tarlton has returned in retirement to a more youthful love-poetry. He has recently published a number of poems in magazines such as Review Americana, Jack Magazine, Houston Literary Review, Tipton, Barnwood, Haibun Today, Simply Haiku, Ink, Sweat, and Tears, Atlas Poetica, Red Lights, Sketchbook, mango moons, and an e-chapbook in the 2River series, entitled, The Vida de Piedra y de Palabra: Twelve improvisations on Pablo Neruda's Macchu Picchu.