H. E. Riddleton‘s life is synonymous with writing. She is the curious kind, an Alice of sorts and is in constant sought of subject. She is a current editorial staff for her college’s literary magazine: TCC South’s Script and has forthcoming fall publications in The Ibis Head Review and The Light Ekphrastic.
Ghost of the Sea Mirror The chilly ark is stark, rubbing seminaries from wings, catching the prayers of propellers in its inbred tentacles. What is dug up is lugged across the diver’s burial. The underwater is not unlike the underworld. The instructors both have scales. Off tide, the dead fish head gulps, pruned fingers assuaged, until all visible breath is prescience gasping- for air, for water- to a thought before.
I did a dramatic reading of this to my son as we cuddled in bed this morning. We enjoyed it!
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Both instructors have scales. A great line.
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That’s my favorite line, too @triciaknoll!
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