A little love goes a long way. Grandma selling her cupcakes at our church. Coat on as she checks her purse. Frosting as thick as peanut...

A Winter Dare Degrees below freezing I’m snowbound by dark stark trees dressed as white ermine Inside the little cluttered home  windows...

Cape of Good Hope It is often said: Water seeks its own level. Let us both converge Like two oceans off the coast Of Cape Town, South...

Requiem for a seabird The air was your friend until you were too heavy. Were you hungry but the sea closed its fists? Did you dive too...

By Mark A. Murphy   "…I saw there were no oceans left for scavengers like me…" --- Leonard Cohen   A new dawn breaks over wave and tide...

By M. Ocampo McIvor   You lap at my feet on the shore, caressing, cajoling, assuring me: Today is not a day for fury, though your...

The Baby Stretches   The baby stretches— her limbs a little longer than yesterday her voice more assured— imagine, to go to sleep and...

Ode to Augusta Wind       Surge forth, Augusta Wind Fathom spirit blood-sworn Resplendent soul tamer Dancing Earth’s regal breath    ...

THE GHOST OF SURFER GIRL They barely notice those filmy footsteps   travelling around them,    kicking up fine grains of sand     as she...

Sand Crabs We wait for the rows of twinned slits to appear like closed eyes on the surface of the swash zone.My stubby six year old...

Treading Water My coach told me I'd be a butterfly -er if only I added grace to my freestyle. I don’t remember learning to swim, but I...

Return to Harborside tidal markings underline a span of palm, index finger crooked, an arch bridge over a typewritten sea, a projection,...

Love of the Angler a tanka What devastation— the in-malleable nature of my body in your eye. Pricked by the steel...

Antsy   Current week -- Stuck between Xmas and Auld Lang Syne --   Is tough weak Literary journal Periodwise for us Ambitious poets  ...

By Ajise Vincent   “she was free in her wildness. she was a wanderess, a drop of free water. she belonged to no man & to no city”...

Crab Trap (for Jackie Bastian)   Sand in our sandals. Two sirens in tow.   One warm summer evening. The stars all aglow.   We paired...

two oceans august. glimpses of life beyond the bridge. warmth dancing over burnt skin. a silver ring hangs in midair. garnets, pearls...

Fanfare The carpenter bees thriving in the eaves and the obliterating sun, the futility of a breeze, the roses with hooked thorns, the...

Sea dreaming   When the sun beats down in Cambridge I long to see the sea, to taste the salt that's in the air, to paddle leisurely.   To...

Tidal Prophecy: Gezeitenwelle   We don’t know the sea, you say, gazing from the sky-stretching pier. Bricks towering over rippled sand,...