Tag Archives: ocean
Channels
This is no Big Sur, Dingle Peninsula, Wasque— this is somewhere in the middle. A river that has starred as the main character in novels, caused cities to be built, become a final stop for the tormented and despairing. It … Continue reading
Filed under Day Poems
Surreal Ocean
Tide rises from all sides—this surround won’t bring back my father’s words of advice. In a dream, I refuse to walk along the granite bluff with my sisters—this is no return to Ireland. This is what gets made up before … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Mosaic
As he disappears behind a mountain, she sighs a sigh weighted in sadness, in regret, in relief. As she remembers each step they took toward the bluff before night blanketed them in desire, she sees a gull on the rock … Continue reading
Filed under Morning Poems, Overnight Poems
Mississippi Privilege
A companion piece to vintage postcard greetings, she says hello to the big river. A swelling to the brim, this year’s crest still won’t surpass her expectations—no spilling over downtown banks. On her ridge a mile west, she pays better … Continue reading
Filed under Morning Poems, Overnight Poems
Minnehaha Falls
Abandoned and crowded, you are my calm in a steady roar on a warm Sunday afternoon. Hidden but no secret, you remind me to cease my underestimation of the middle. Oceans are my soul edges—today here lies my heart. Just … Continue reading
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Sea Dumpster Divers
What the storm asserted the wave to lash, what the hull cracking separated bow from stern forever, what settled to ocean floor slowly will reconstitute salvaged treasure. If two people someday dive into our wreck— and they will—to collect our … Continue reading
Filed under Night Poems
Walking the Boards
We speak in waves over particles of breath, briny breathing, this boardwalk holds up more than it will tell. It’s the simple words in solid greens, gray blues, the color of sand after it rains, it’s … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
The Founding (Day 2,244)
He finds her one piece at a time along railroad tracks, in riverbeds, beneath piers, over gutters. It takes months to find her mouth, but the hands appear without effort. His search begins when he’s walking along the shoulder of … Continue reading
Filed under Day Poems
Civil Twilight
A thirty-minute measure of time to get it done. She must pave the road from town center to rain puddle is a swimming hole for her imaginary neighborhood. It’s time to get it done. Their world, her creation, is a … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
