The aircon is not currently working   Making out wouldn't cost us a thing, I bemused (While the two of us counted our change) “We could...

A Bad Weather Friend At first glance you appear to just want to hold my hand while the storm rages above. But you never walk barefoot in...

Ocean Breathe  Sunrise and sometimes sunset Ocean Breathe                                                                                ...

Tear Drops   I saw your tears Drop frozen on snow-painted ground by chilly winter winds to wait your heart’s delight. I hear my feet...

River Man   My brother loved the river, He always watched the quick stream; As if it were his life passing by.   Love is not a floating...

A purple two shades lighter than expected deepens into an ocean shifting   with shadows and squiggles that glow yellow, floating above...

I slap the water, hard, with Arms whirring like Bicycle pedals.   Once a second, as pedantic as A metronome, I tilt my Head and gasp...

The Thinning of a Moon Snail Shell   Dark tides, etched with pearl, whet the shoreline where   a frill like chanterelle rises beyond its...

Tiny spiny porcelain clenches, pinching             of salty epiphany, pen-point peepers- peering, peeking for predators while questing...

Poseidon coaxes us like stray cats, tossing sea glass like kibble. My oldest friend and I scour the Monterey shoreline. Sand mites nip...

Poet, aphorist or sometimes meanderist; Gerard Sarnat is widely published internationally in print and online. He has been nominated for...

The Moment When My Brain Realizes We Are Part of Something Bigger I bend to pick up half a translucent plastic milk bottle buried in the...

Midnight Surf Pantoum It is like you’ve died, my salty cherub, and I am left beheld by a gone pair of blue eyes. I’ll put on moaning,...

Stars Beckon The stars shine on starry nights On places far away from day's light What mysteries can they unfold That we have not been...

Waves roll in Consuming Shore Crashing Not one like another Rolling in One after the other High or lower Never ceasing to roll...

INTO HER MOUTH How swift death were but a breath into the next, her undulating embrace awash over me, oblivious to the Siren’s call...

i prayed for the haole in me (or haole prayers)   climbing diamond head half a day lookout past barb wire pele’s canoes beached in the...

Arc of a Diver John Muir favored the American Dipper, birds he found joyful whose high trills echoed above the rush of the Sierra’s...

The meadow pretended to be endless, Urging my soul to explore the Edenic beauty. The lush was covered with a misty essence, Garnishing...

Obsession   Like great tectonic plates   our lives crack together   Mountains of upheaval   heat and friction and the world shudders  ...