Photography © Edward S. Gault


Digging In

There’s no need
to tempt fate;
nor any reason
not to. Your fate
is written on stone,
not sand,
and there is nothing
you can do
that will baffle the rain
running its course
down your name.

No reason
not to surrender
to insanity and laugh in
its pock-marked face.
No reason
not to pump your veins
with heroin, oxygen,
or whatever it is
that raises you
a little higher above
the stoned earth
where your gravestone
is marked as done
and dusted,
the hole you will fill
already half-dug.

Watch the gravedigger
now, stopping to steal
a breath. When, he wonders,
will he dig his own grave?


Ian Mullins bails out his life raft from Liverpool, England. He took early retirement at the age of eighteen, but was later press-ganged into service as a hospital clerk. He started writing poems and stories when he ran out of flares. If you find this bottle please call the coast guard.

Edward S. Gault is a poet and fine art photographer. He lives at Mosaic Commons, a co-housing community in Berlin, Ma. He has a wife Karen, and daughter.