A House Like a Ship I live in a house like a ship at times on land, at times on ocean. I will myself into existence surrender, invite grace in. I heed the call of the siren. On the phantom ship I don’t know if I’m wave or cloud, undine or seagull. Lashed by winds, I cling tight to the mast. Few return from the journey. I now wear the memory of nothingness a piece of white sail wrapped like second skin. (From “Life in Suspension”, Salmon Poetry) Ouranoupolis Pantoum A love song cast upon the vastness of the deep ...