As clear as now it is I always
Remember this place in mist
You and I awake inside a dream—
No stars, no moon, only sand
On the deserted beach
What is the memory of what we thought
Was love but love itself
Joseph Mockus is a writer, poet, criminal defense attorney, dad, husband, and rock ‘n roll drummer. Joe has published in the small university press, but generally only when his friends submit his work, which is never rejected. It is only because Joe taught your editor-in-chief how to really read literature (standing in front of a dart-board on Turquoise Street in Pacific Beach sometime in 1975 or 1976) that we have the r.kv.r.y. quarterly literary journal at all.