Fred Chandler’s poem Demulcent appeared here in December 2012. The Lure By Fred Chandler On the wet beachin front of meA grey bird walkedon the sandLeaving its footprints behindThen the grey birdwalked into thelast remnant ofa waveThe bubbling offoamWhich covered overthe bird’s tracksThen it just flew offstaying very low tothe ocean waterWhere it woulddisappear intoa dark diaphanoushorizonThat […]