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the tide rises, the tide falls | an oceanic literary magazine
There’s too much old stuff around here, she said, before dying
by
Sarah B. Cahalan
Slag glass, hag stones, sand-smoothed bottles
with eruptions of barnacles, slugs of metal,
sparkler debris, middens of syringes and
fish hooks. Maps. Recipe boxes and books
she tossed, her mind‘s brine rising, inconsolable.
This poem will appear in our upcoming Sand Dollars: A Little Book of Little Poems print anthology.
Bio: Sarah B. Cahalan (she/her) writes about natural history, hope/grief/faith, the layers of landscapes and how those correspond with our own layers as people moving through time and place. She has poems, current or forthcoming, in Echtrai, EcoTheo, Stirring, and others. Sarah is from Massachusetts and is currently based in Dayton, Ohio (USA).
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