Poetry by Ed Higgins
feeding sanderlings rush
along the tide’s wet sand
sand-colored mole crabs
burrow quickly below the swash
maximizing their escape—
like the burrowing crabs
I sink below sloshing surfaces
backward into ovid breathing holes
barely remembering which way
is up, wanting protection,
leaving few marks to reveal
my fears, eyes alert
as predatory birds plunge
their digging beaks
Ed Higgins‘ poems and short fiction have appeared in Monkeybicycle, Danse Macabre, Ekphrastic Review, and Triggerfish Critical Review, among others. Ed is Asst. Editor for Brilliant Flash Fiction. He has a small farm in Yamhill, OR, raising a menagerie of animals—including a rooster named StarTrek.
