Sheepshead Bay
written by: Warren Alexander
In Sheepshead Bay tires protect wooden boats
From concrete piers dotted with pebbles.
Mostly men scuff aboard with rods
Bent with hope and past histories.
In the other hand empty buckets
Thinking they’ll be filled.
Signs with cracked paint proclaim
Blues Tonight at 7 PM.
A different type of music, unlike
The boats that depart at 7AM.
They cast bait where the captain anchors and
Compete with crewman who sell their catch.
They know the night before if the
Weather will be merciful or not.
The sometimers don’t know all
The tricks of gutting and scaling.
Old timers recall what they need or want
Or wade in Dead Horse Bay near Gravesend.
MARCH 2019 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Warren Alexander was born and still lives in New York City. He was identified as a cynic by his kindergarten teacher, and he honed this quality under the tutelage of Thomas Keneally, Peter Carey, and E. L. Doctorow at NYU, where he received his MA in creative writing.
His satiric novel, Cousins’ Club, was a semi-finalist for 2017 BookLIfe Award for General Fiction. His work, Wrong Train, placed second for the 2016 Rick DeMarinis Short Story Award judged by Michael Matrone.
He is currently working on a satiric novel about business.
His satiric novel, Cousins’ Club, was a semi-finalist for 2017 BookLIfe Award for General Fiction. His work, Wrong Train, placed second for the 2016 Rick DeMarinis Short Story Award judged by Michael Matrone.
He is currently working on a satiric novel about business.
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