Ed Higgins

Ok, ok, so I concede

some answers are enough to make you cry or laugh yourself to death. Funny to think we can see
all the way past the sky and stars sometimes, even to the ocean floor if we dive deep enough. But
yet just between
you
and
me
and
another
glass
of your favorite dark wine,
we are all on a trembling shore strolling along a minor cosmic beach
somewhere in the Milky Way's stellar fog holding hands with God maybe
making love-not-war or both sometimes within our bungeed contingency. Or
at least listening to gulls and the milk-white breakers shifting sands of quandary
watching at the edge of silences, mystery twinkling light years out towards countless
galactic clusters.

My poems and short fiction have appeared in Pindeldyboz, Mannequin Envy, Word Riot, Otoliths, Tattoo Highway, Foliate Oak and qarrtsiluni, among others. My wife and I live on a small farm in Yamhill, OR, where we raise a menagerie of animals including two whippets, two manx barn cats (who don't care for whippets), an emu named To & Fro, and a pair of alpacas named Machu & Picchu.