Pellet Petals by David P. Miller As the tide recedes the sand crabs reappear. They recreate their holes filled in at high tide, doorways plugged with silt. Crabs view the beach with caution. Crabs scrape the sand with inch-long strokes. High tide brings fresh food, now washed across the beach. Crabs feed, taking what theyContinue reading “Pellet Petals by David P. Miller”
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Anacapa Island by Jonathan Yungkans
Anacapa Island by Jonathan Yungkans The island is Eneepah to the Chumash Islanders, meaning ever-changing or deceptive or perhaps mirage. Like the picture of California’s best view I saw online— the spine of Santa Monica Mountains rising from the Pacific, grey against deep blue, clouds purple bruises above them and the distant sunset gold. NothingContinue reading “Anacapa Island by Jonathan Yungkans”
Rafaella Del Bourgo, Goanna on Kangaroo Island
Goanna on Kangaroo Island by Rafaella Del Bourgo A six-foot-long lizard like a log obstructing the rutted road, muscular tail, and claws for shredding, two hundred million years old. His tongue flicks out into the air. As he swings his head toward me and lifts his body, I hurry into my car and slam theContinue reading “Rafaella Del Bourgo, Goanna on Kangaroo Island”
The Light on Sifnos by Barbara Quick
The Light on Sifnos by Barbara Quick How does one describe the light here in this place where the dawn really does have rosy fingers, where the mountains glow at night, their barren slopes a magnet for the radiance of moon and stars, Where whitewashed houses on the lowest slopes are strung like chalky pearlsContinue reading “The Light on Sifnos by Barbara Quick”
Ghosts of The Great Hunger by Thomas A. Thrun
Ghosts of The Great Hunger by Thomas A. Thrun In Ennistymon, County Claire, Ireland the River Inaugh at The Cascades falls o’er bedrock in its wild rush in its hurry to the hungry sea for all the souls lost upon The Burrens the poor unfortunates wasted away buried nameless in mass graves or in theContinue reading “Ghosts of The Great Hunger by Thomas A. Thrun”
Isis at Caroni by Robert Bensen
Isis at Caroni Caroni Bird Sanctuary, Trinidad for Derek Walcott by Robert Bensen The outboard, tuned a tight tenor, ponged like a thin metallic bird trailing us through centuries of mangroves propped on stilts over the still canal. Our guide, an Indian named Nanan, lost me with every turn of his wrist down everyContinue reading “Isis at Caroni by Robert Bensen”
Behind Bull Island by DS Maolalai
Behind Bull Island by DS Maolalai it’s incredible; low tides rolling out behind bull island. a thick duvet being pulled off a bed. and if you don’t look often, you expect just rocks and crabs scuttling — instead of this sloping mess and gently jagged green, like somebody’s broken and thrown away a pool table.Continue reading “Behind Bull Island by DS Maolalai “
Meditation: Galápagos Seas by Lorraine Caputo
Meditation: Galápagos Seas by Lorraine Caputo Surrounded by xxxxxxxshattered coral xxxxxxx& sea-burnished lava I sit in the warm xxxxxxxlate-afternoon sun xxxxxxxlistening to the tide rising, waves xxxxxxxleaping over fractured xxxxxxxboulders, waves rising translucent green-blue xxxxxxxto break, frothing, arriving xxxxxxxto shore, before relaxing Red crabs cling xxxxxxxto those black crags, xxxxxxxthe surge breaking & xxxxxxxfoaming overContinue reading “Meditation: Galápagos Seas by Lorraine Caputo”
Pawleys Island by David Bachner
Pawleys Islandby David Bachner Traveling north, up from Saint Augustine and Savannah,I stop for the night at Pawleys Island, the South Carolinaresort community where my in-laws used to rent a beachhouse for a week every summer. I look out over the sea,remembering a day nearly forty years ago. The beach and the weather are perfectContinue reading “Pawleys Island by David Bachner”
In Bayfield by Kenneth Pobo
In Bayfield by Kenneth Pobo The sun trips over a red rock and breaks. The Madeline Island ferry carries dusk shards. At night Bayfield shines little lights on Lake Superior. The town closes down. Wind makes me shiver even in June. The Lake is like my Aunt Stokesia, chilly even in summer, strong in anyContinue reading “In Bayfield by Kenneth Pobo”
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