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Samuel Prince
The temptation is real – the impulse to fall, to plunge.Mirador shift on the Rig, observation duty...
Sarah B. Cahalan
I guess the moon snail won’t objectif I get down beside it in the sand, dig...
Dina Klarisse
Mother, where do we go from here?From your scorched body we wander...
Rho Bloom-Wang
On the train I try to break the distance.On the bus, my hellos too small and my smiles...
Sam Moe
I. You’re telling her jokes as you walk through shallow...
Nico Escalona
I exist by the shore, inhaling the sharp salty dusk breeze.I am standing here, oxidizing, by the dying body of a beached whale...
Abigail Myers
I will wait for you on the beach at Montauk,with a plate of fried shrimp...
Ellen Harrold
Tide pushes these crusted histories.Tendrilled, tangled, nylon scraps...
Akshaya Pawaskar
The earth is drowning in its own blood...
Natalie Marino
The temperature today is above one hundred degrees...
Abhinav
what does meaning mean in a land of silence?I...
Julia Biggs
You are a driftwood breath, a mud-pinched sigh,slow travelling, slow gathering...