The wake of a sleepy sea,
Underneath night’s cool black sheet,
I can hear windswept secrets,
That the sea crests could not keep.

By Ryan Olejnik
The wake of a sleepy sea,
Underneath night’s cool black sheet,
I can hear windswept secrets,
That the sea crests could not keep.
Ryan Olejnik is an author, computer scientist, music journalist, musician, record producer and photographer. He is currently writing a novella, an anthology of short stories and a volume of poetry. He is a music journalist for Tapevine Magazine and a record producer for Farm Out Music. He has a sci-fidelic rock project known as Starjelly and releases instrumental electronic music as Torchard. View all posts