Rincon Point, Six A.M. by Jonathan Yungkans The sea tears out of its skin, a Lazarus deshrouding, navy against an orange sunrise. Surfers play Jesus, waiting for a wave to let them walk on water. No one talks—words hover like gulls, pick away silence’s magic— ˖ so I say nothing and watch their bobbing devotionals,Continue reading “Rincon Point, Six A.M. by Jonathan Yungkans”