Take a day where you can only look at the ocean. The fabled disgusting run-off from the streets of LA make an entire coastline...

Basking in blue waters, Bliss the breeze breathes. Within seashells a history: Stories of the place where Life first unfolds.   Rays of...

Immersed   In a sea of tragedies, I think it unfair to dwell on one.   But 13,000 feet deep underwater is no small matter, when trapped...

We arrive under a mango sky at Naviti Beach greeted by buff men in skirts chanting bula, bula and a chorus of tiny frogs that bray like...

It gets away from you if you don't attend to it right away, takes over. Punched, it merely springs back, somehow even bigger than before....

revolutionized human life and marine death. A seahorse suffocates in a sandwich bag.   engulf the ocean with five trillion tons, equaling...

between me and the present moment I wear a thin, doubting armor which the sea dissolves and washes away   water is constant arrival      ...

It’s all here. Swollen whale tongue, sandcaked and sunripe, split open with estuary blessing to sweet rot   Chewing on philosophy at the...

is what anchors marine vegetation instead of roots for drawing nutrients if this were soil instead of sand, keeps it   from drifting into...

Snowed   The snow fills me like an IV needle, and there is a snowstorm in my brain. Snow is falling today. It's overwhelming, like my...

Sea lions sound the cave walls, sound the waves beating against the cave entrance, sound the fissures and holes the waves make,   shaped...

Women whose hair never gets wet convene like broken shells do at the edge of waves   They assemble in beach chairs like ancestors sat...

I walked the beach at sunrise and watched humans  chatting with their dogs who like any child of any age ran headlong toward the surf to...

this late at night the road’s a spine, streetlight vertebrae flickering through periphery, river lungs breathing beneath satin sky waves...

Waters of Kanazawa (a meditation) I sit.  I listen to water trickle like cotton mallets on bamboo.  I sit.  I wait for whisper truth to...

Passionate pulses trill along communication wires. Suppressed. Muted. Halcyon form shifts and rotates - a celestial enticement of hope....

seashells and collectors and foam that licks the sand off their heels. I am treading water, a heathen of my heart, silence to my chatter...

The Beauty of Rust At the big water’s edge where tides set the clock, go scavenge, plan, dream. She brings gifts on the swing. On dynamic...

In a splash I see some birds flocking in the sky carrying the soul of tides rhymes of mariners – old and new alike in their wings of...

whispered the orca to the whiskered bedlamer  as the tinkers and turrs whirred above, broadcasting  the flying news in a dull stunner of...