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...

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,...