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...
Ama by Nikki Russian
“Ama” by Nikki Russian The clear water ripples as the small clan of Ama dive with glinting daggers, lungs filled with enough air to reach the deep seabed. The bright sun streams reflections across their strong, naked bodies, darkened from a life under the sea. Scars fleck their skin from sharp fins and coral shards. Under the water, their eyes open in the salt, watching and waiting for their prey. They dart...
Against the Tide by Janet Thomas
“Against the Tide” by Janet Thomas The morning is balmy and still. A woman in a floral bathing cap and thick white bath robe walks towards the sea. Her gait is slow and measured, the walking sticks an extra set of limbs. Fifteen metres from the water’s edge she lets the sticks fall and drops the robe from her shoulders. Her limbs are weathered driftwood; the pale green bathing suit clings to her like the too...
Kantan Tasi, Song of the Sea by Mary Therese Perez Hattori
“Kantan Tasi, Song of the Sea” by Mary Therese Perez Hattori EKUNGOK LISTEN to kantan tåsi the song of the sea mañaina, in sotto voce murmurs send wisdom in sea foam power atop waves that embrace the shore salty sea spray kisses across my face EKUNGOK LISTEN Minetgot, Guinaiya, Lina’la Strength, Love, Life Minetgot, Guinaiya, Lina’la Strength, Love, Life delivered by ocean currents umbilical...
Song Eater by Ruth Thompson
“Song Eater” by Ruth Thompson It’s rich here— flesh, bone, nice bits falling. Comes my manta shape— Song Eater, me— I swallow what remains to be said. I heard her letting go. Then the noise of voracious worms. But potential music still clouds around her. I come to gullet that— until the sponge of me is full with it. Then I swim up, swollen as a wave— you can see me out here if you look— curved like a...
About the Ocean by Ginny Bitting
“About the Ocean” by Ginny Bitting What I want to tell you is that the ocean is not so scary once you decide to go to sea. If you stand on the beach and only watch the waves crash on the shore you will want to hide, but if you gather the courage to leave solid ground, you can ride them out over the great chasm where their violence will subside. You will float toward a horizon wide enough to swallow your fear...
Echoes by Caroline LeBlanc
“Echoes” by Caroline LeBlanc On an evening like this the sun spreads the taste of pomegranate after its orb is carved into rough caverns. The chambers, once opened drip wine so sweet-bitter we promise ourselves always, always to drink the thing its crimson echoes mention. after Rumi ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Caroline LeBlanc,...
The Sun Does Not Set by Mai-Lon Gittelsohn
“The Sun Does Not Set” by Mai-Lon Gittelsohn My friend says, The sun does not set! You stand on a crust of earth that revolves away from the sun. I whimper like a baby afraid that when mama leaves, she won’t come back. I want to go on watching the sun sink, a glass of wine in my hand and you by my side. I cling to the setting of the sun with the same passion that makes me believe my heart will beat tomorrow...
The Way I See It by Diane Lefer
“The Way I See It” by Diane Lefer When hundreds of small black birds tremble the water’s skin like vermin you know you’ve got a jaundiced eye. Besides which you’ve got transmission lines on rust hills. Dusty tamarisk. The wind. And black, barren the mountains. Dwarfed, mere hills as though geologic liposuction reduced them from the center long ago. By you, of course I mean me. And...
Church by Susan Austin
“Church” by Susan Austin I leave the mountains to their business and the weather. Heartache does not soften me; it makes me mad for fossiled canyons. I lie down in sweet sage and let the earth hold the ache awhile. Fierce competitor, piety. A map that loved a mountain. I tell you—every day, in every season, wearing every coat ever owned, giving in to disbelief. A dry wind blows inside my legs and heavy heavy...
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