the tide rises, the tide falls | an oceanic literary magazine

I'd still do this even if nothing comes of it
You hear that through the window? You gotta be...

How little we knew of how
our lives would morph...

The sea in the darkness calls
in the voices of her sisters, lamenting...

sometimes the sweat
leaks off my page...

You stopped beside me, leaned on the railing, and looked at the sea…
You…stopped beside me…leaned on the railing…and looked out at the sea…

Will you open my heart,
Like an envelope...

I can’t stop chopping the waves with the blunt edge of my
panic and scraping the pieces into my mouth, hoping the...

Crack in the cliff below:
a cavernous church...

Her tiny teary eyes
carry a thousand un-worded ...

Sea spray of memory, sea of delight,
waves boil to breakers...

She danced in joy, my little sprite,
while the sea breeze teased her springing hair...

I say give me the sea.
Give me light, and brightness and a million orchids....