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...

Crisscrossed lures continue to wind around each other while wrathful waves rock the boat. They all yell and debate, wondering if she will...

And she asked herself “how can I help my Mother?” She sees her oceans wrapped in plastic, her forests disrespected and her Spirit shut...

Ocean Above  The din Within A realm Of dark Deepest ark Sprays surreal Nature’s deal Whale to seal So Far Away So far SOFAR Whales...