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

fraying terrycloth towels dusted
with salt and sand rubbed in...

light spills
through a fallstreak hole...

rippling waves
you teach me how...

The notification tells me travel
could be deadly so we cancel plans...

and strips rivers and reeds
scouring for Ophelia...

All the times I thought about him and also thought about drowning...

a star tortoise
carries the universe...

bioluminescence
I skip a pebble across...

herring shoals
the ocean turns itself...

& I have been fishing- eating the gore of my futility
with dry stale fingers & licking the wounds...

is an endless listicle / of memories that we grieve / how water moves – endlessly
the first boy i ever kissed / was made of ice / with love that i had / to thaw out of him...

The fish have all but left me.
Only one or two remain, minnows in the bucket...