Tagged ocean

Far from Home

She picks a conch shell out of the pile in the terra cotta pot. Thousands of miles from its home and still the shell spills sand from its center. She wants to crawl in, cup a beach in her hands. Listen to the prose of the ocean— Tell me about your emptiness. Tell me about…

Enough Blue

R. lived in Ö-, a town curled round a sparkled bay, a convergence of sun-gilt windows and foam-blue walls. At the bay’s outer edge, where the houses thinned to dregs, R.’s cabin rested on the water, black seaweed clotting the edges of the boardwalk, speckled with candy wrappers and bottle shards. The front room was…

Before America

I’m jumping ship on America Before I see the Statue I’ll be overboard Count me deported before I make it I’ve already woken up from the Dream You see, I am from the land of opportunity I was raised on the salt of the ocean The land and ocean told me who they are They…