Waves wash upon the shore, their
Foam soft and cool, they leave
Behind their tender trails of
Sand in patterns rippling
Towards the sea.
from sea to shining sea—
the bodies of fish litter the beaches
like scattered shells. I make a home
in the carcass of a whale, the curvature of its ribs
a safer country than my own:…
You tell me about the ocean
and I will tell you
how the body longs to be
how we stand
on the backs of our mothers
and curve bows to curve
oh my lovely cerulean girl
when you go to sleep at night
do you still rock back and forth,
like how you would if you stood ankle-deep in the sea?
i wonder if…
waves ebb and flow,
oscillating in absent patterns,
blaring the sounds of silent alarms.
factory fumes tease the waters
like a barista concocts latte art,
the product — a burdened atmosphere,
Tell me, tell me,
how you used to dwell
in the crystal clear tides
that you called home
Tell me, tell me,
how it all changed
from rainbow reefs and coves of…
Tell me about that one in Indonesia
which washed up with the gnat in its eye, a drop
of tar, a little spittle, & a congealed
fleshy carcass, to which both foreign & native eyes
When I was little I went to my school’s carnival
Full of ring tosses
I had this hope of turning my paper tickets into something beautiful
Which if you think about it…
Kamilo Beach, Hawaii.
I tiptoe along the coast
trying to find pieces of uncovered sand
not waterproofed by plastic trash,
little bits of microplastics sitting
with the silica grains like tiny confetti,
a celebration of…
gull flocks wade in an unseemly wasteland–
an impending graveyard, where
bones only unearth themselves
at breaking dawn: when we, so lowly,
release. viscous like spilt blood, creeps
the petroleum. fatty as marrow, pulp and
Her skin is translucent,
A blue-green glow,
With pink and peach bones
Of coral which shine beneath.
Hair of stringy seaweed
glide down her back.
Some say she is beautiful.
I say she…
First, the ocean sang how she laughed –
A giggling melody expansive across the shores
So broad yet precise in every wave and
Pushing against the rhythm and the tension to break free
One degree Celsius.
A mild breeze sweeps over the water,
Like a warm summer’s day,
Doesn’t seem so bad.
Maybe the ocean is a little bit higher,
A little less sand on the…
I married her
for love, the fisherman said.
I watched as they exchanged their silver gifts
and faulted whispers that meant they loved each other.
His words still litter my mind.
When I was 5,…
I still remember the times when I was young.
On the red sand. On sea and land, humans killed, leaving
of corpses. Now, they scrounge a living in a world of their