An ocean parked in the driveway of Italy.
dry land. Wind rattling a window. Two broken blossoms.
or the chatter of flip-flaps along a boardwalk.
More signs pointing towards nothing to fight for.
on a coastal road narrower than accident.
Maurice Oliver spent almost a decade working as a freelance photographer in Europe. In 1995, he traveled around the world, recording his experiences in a journal instead of pictures, and he began writing poetry. His poetry has appeared in The Potomac Journal, Circle Magazine, Bullfight Review, Tryst3 Journal, Eye-Shot, The Surface, One Forty Two Magazine, Word Riot, Retort Magazine (Australia), Taj Mahal Review (India), Stride Magazine (UK),& online at ink-mag.com, friggmagazine.com, dash30dash.com & tmpoetry.com. He lives in Portland, Oregon where he is a tutor.