Salt Wind

A coming-of-age novella of the sea, Salt Wind depicts its young protagonist in his relationships, predicaments and actions in a maturation process over time. The setting of the novella is mainly the mid-twentieth century American Merchant Marine on both coasts with other stories extending out. The tale is told with a mixture of poetry, prose fragments and short fiction to create an artistic presentation that works to both evoke and provoke the reader's involvement in its dramatic tension and complexity. Early sea-time is conjoined with Army boat-time in Korea, love story in Japan, further voyages, studies and struggles in philosophy, history, and religion, monastic time, marriage, divorce, new start, and final reflections. The smell of sea mist and blood,Of rusted chain and creosote,Caught me up then in the salthungerThat leads out under the white windWhere gulls twist over the heaving ocean--Raging against the taught tines Of rain that lean like iceAgainst the sea's iron face. White sea claws trailing red smokeRose furying inTo the belly of the nightWhile the he-hawing windKeened in my crouching earThe steel0stiff dirge and sick song"e;Of warm flowers on a green beach"e;Where love ripens like rotting mangoesIn the coal shafts of lightThat hang hard under the blueBlack sun of desire.

A coming-of-age novella of the sea, Salt Wind depicts its young protagonist in his relationships, predicaments and actions in a maturation process over time. The setting of the novella is mainly the mid-twentieth century American Merchant Marine on both coasts with other stories extending out. The tale is told with a mixture of poetry, prose fragments and short fiction to create an artistic presentation that works to both evoke and provoke the reader's involvement in its dramatic tension and complexity. Early sea-time is conjoined with Army boat-time in Korea, love story in Japan, further voyages, studies and struggles in philosophy, history, and religion, monastic time, marriage, divorce, new start, and final reflections. The smell of sea mist and blood,Of rusted chain and creosote,Caught me up then in the salthungerThat leads out under the white windWhere gulls twist over the heaving ocean--Raging against the taught tines Of rain that lean like iceAgainst the sea's iron face. White sea claws trailing red smokeRose furying inTo the belly of the nightWhile the he-hawing windKeened in my crouching earThe steel0stiff dirge and sick song"e;Of warm flowers on a green beach"e;Where love ripens like rotting mangoesIn the coal shafts of lightThat hang hard under the blueBlack sun of desire.