Holding Water



I am a fish in your sea

yours is a dusky one


treasure chests of whorls and eddies

come at me from all sides


yet, you wouldn’t know that

you think yourself a flat surface


flat surfaces couldn’t have broken me so

my pieces floating in all corners of your ocean


soggy, wrinkled, color bled out like ink-apposed notes

I am a fish in your sea


hold my fingers, fan them out

you are like holding water.

A. Martine is a trilingual writer, musician and artist of color who goes where the waves take her. She might have been a kraken in a past life. She’s an Assistant Editor at Reckoning Press and a Managing Editor and Podcast Producer of The Nasiona. Her collection AT SEA was shortlisted for the 2019 Kingdoms in the Wild Poetry Prize. Some words found or forthcoming in: Berfrois, The Rumpus, Bright Wall/Dark Room, Metaphorosis, South Broadway Ghost Society, RIC Journal, Lamplight, TERSE. Journal, Gone Lawn, Truancy Mag, Crack the Spine, Confessionalist Zine, Ghost City Review, Rogue Agent, Boston Accent Lit, Porridge Magazine, Camwood Lit, Feminine Collective, Anti-Heroin Chic, Capsule Stories. @Maelllstrom/www.maelllstrom.com.