I recently had the good fortune of visiting Bar Harbor, ME. It was a crisp autumn day, full of fog and oceanic fury. This poem bubbled to the surface and encapsulates a fraction of what I felt that day.

This poem pays homage to the great Vincent Van Gogh. I wrote it in a flash of inspiration while reading the beautifully written biography by Gregory White Smith and Steven Naifeh.

This poem casts emotional strife in conjunction with The Jellyfish. Weightless, effervescent, and able to burn those who dare encounter it.