Jim Daniels ~ Three Poems

Body Surfing, Spring Break, 1973 turned into body slamming in the dark waves’ sudden shift, our young invincible swim trunks nearly yanked off in the sandy swirl, and if you knew me then, you’d know I was stoned, squinting, mindless as a punch-drunk dog slogged by salty waves in Emerald Isle, NC. That foaming ride more Read more at New World Writing Quarterly