Valley River by Ethel Mays
“Valley River” by Ethel Mays See it running through fields of alfalfa and interloping wild oats, chasing after the sound of tight gut strummed over exotic woods crafted by the ones who know the music that must be played for the heart disappearing into green turning to sun beaten gold, valley floor the sacred anvil of the hammering sun, birds in flight with the ghosts of childhood memories: legs browned by...
Oceans by Shirley Plummer
“Oceans” by Shirley Plummer what is soluble or separable enters the oceans from a stream that empties into the sea from a lake, if lacking outlet soaking into the earth seeping through emerging in rivulets or evaporating into the sky falling as rain on water falling as rain on land rainwashed dust and smoke, even sand is moved by the sea and the edge of one sea blends into the next You, love, may be in the...
On a Highway of the Pacific Coast by Cheryl Buchanan
“On a Highway of the Pacific Coast” by Cheryl Buchanan Each of us arrives here, naked and blind. Screaming the very same thing. Follow the deep breath of the ocean inside you in and out again. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Cheryl Buchanan’s Artist Statement: Cheryl Buchanan is an attorney from Los Angeles who earned her MFA while teaching Writing...
Bird Women of Wells-next-the-Sea by Ingrid Jendrzejewski
“Bird Women of Wells-next-the-Sea” by Ingrid Jendrzejewski They lie in flocks on the beach, tangled amidst the seaweed, their sinewy, sun-stained bodies sprawled amidst sand and terry cloth. They watch the ships with unblinking eyes, nictitating membranes twitching with the breeze that comes in from the sea. Their limbs are wet with oils, and the smells of herring and coconut emanate from their...
Almost Awake by Molly Scott
“Almost Awake” by Molly Scott After all that who is this? Still on my feet after the woven sea recedes whispering how it almost knocked me down, whispering how it will be back Barefooted at the brink, Sand moves through my toes grain by grain Standing in place I turn to see what’s gone and what is newly given. Now that the waves are quiet I see the sea has pushed the landscape of my skin into these valleyed...
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