The Red Boat

My mind is still as a stone, so now, just to be on the safe side, I’m launching into a couple of quick rounds of practice sleep. You never know when you’re going to come up empty handed. Naturally, ice is a slippery thing, especially during foxhole season, so don’t wait a minute longer to dig in, even if it requires a bit of a learning curve. 

Yesterday, I dreamed I was employed. It was a nightmare. The next thing I knew, that damn hurricane hit. Scissor winds and walls of piercing rain. I swore never again to end up on Trouble Island, so I pointed my AR-15 toward the crouched and cowering crowd of would-be survivors and yelled, Hurry up. Get in the boat. No, not in the red boat. Never, ever, the red boat.  


Brad Rose was born and raised in Los Angeles, and lives in Boston. He is the author of three collections of poetry and flash fiction, Pink X-Rayde/tonations, and Momentary Turbulence. Two new books of prose poems are forthcoming in 2022 and he is also the author of seven poetry chapbooks.