Three poems by Dan O’Brien

  The War Reporter Paul Watson Lost His Camera Vacationing in Cape Town, longing to purge yourself with Stellenbosch and lobster. Waves lash the scapular limestone. Unshouldering your camera on your molt of clothes you dip into the bay while it sways till you might let yourself get carried away. Onshore a baboon. A dog’s trot. His ponytail -like tail sweeping the coral wash. Fumbling … Continue reading Three poems by Dan O’Brien