the tide rises, the tide falls | an oceanic literary magazine
all the times I thought about him and also thought about drowning
Bleah B. Patterson
All the times I thought about him and also thought about drowning...
Russian Scientists Bore Into Ancient Antarctic Lake
Susan T. Landry
We live in a pale globe, haloed by the light of underwater moons...
in the end, i want to die like the ocean
september lin
which, of course, never really dies so much as goes on and
on and on until it forgets itself. in this way, i want to slip away...
Tugging on Strings
Josie Pierce
The fish have all but left me.
Only one or two remain, minnows in the bucket...
nostalgia tastes like
Mugdhaa Ranade
(the sacred ash i used to dip my ring finger in
and press to my forehead, throat, tongue...
sign of the times at second beach
Dusti Renee Worley
my lover holds her own silent space in the silver light : the violent tide rushes in...
HOW TO BECOME A PERMEABLE BODY
Max J. Carter
you hug the ocean into the closed folds of your body / the ripples become your favourite songs...
Some Uncertain Endlessness
Ruby Dunn
Beaches are very ancient places.
I realise this as Lauren is telling me...