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  ...

Salmon Jumping    Salmon are jumping thru waves like sun through clouds, in rainbows, in synchronous swimming gliding through circus...

There’s smoke   He pointed out the fire we had just used to cook was not a real fire because it was not attached to wood;   rather, this...

Hi Ocean! Yells my two-year-old godson. Hi Ocean! Hi Rain!   His mother and I have taken him to the cliffs to see the waters of the day...

There is a hollowness within me that I hope to reach It exists too much in the night And the light makes it fade like a memory into my...

I Summers ago, you ran wild in the yard– Oh, how you made me laugh, sister! Giddy as a sprite, chasing after fireflies with an oversized...

SISTERS after Galway Kinnell   They walk next to next, sister and sister, and tell the tale of all they know, while the tide...

If you are looking for me, you will find me near the ocean under a purple velvet sky sprinkled in a star shower   of dreamy notions....

the newness of each of us     out from shelter -- a woman with walking stick stoops for sea glass thinner  smoother      algae strung...