top of page

Waiting for the Surf

by Joe Pickard

Your body slipping between waves

reminds me of absence between years

and how it dips with force pushing,

pulling back and forth

in ways I can’t understand

only for love to turn up

like driftwood

on the high tide.


About the author:

Joe Pickard works as an editor for a magazine based in London. He has had writing published in Confluence, Eye Flash Poetry, Soft Cartel, and elsewhere. He is the founding editor of Pulp Poets Press, which is always looking for submissions.


bottom of page