Tag Archives: ocean

Ext: Seaside (Scene 1) 

We fade in on a girl, illuminated onlyby a broken-open moon. She sits alone on a beach with her fingers wrapped around a pen, her toes  in sand. The ocean is our only sound-track. She leans her head back and lets … Continue reading

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Dry Spell

The moon’s got a river of promise running through her milky skin, a vein of waning soul. I’ve got a fallen-scar wish that says she’s willing to die for that ocean. And really, aren’t we all just bodies of water … Continue reading

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Oregon Origami

… Please, fold me over into the map, and take me to the sea.   .. This one snuck out, too.       

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Quickly. Quickly now.

.. Tell the sky she’s bold and beautiful and vast and strong. Tell the ocean she’s got someplace else to go. Tell the world we’ve got a song to sing to all these spaces, broken places stitched together with ash … Continue reading

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Dissatisfied with underwater life

.. , she leans on the in -accurate knowledge of kelp, the forbidden deep of un -certain wayward crustacean foes who always find a way to pinch her toes. she’s in the throes of long lost vows, the way she … Continue reading

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last sip of tangerine bliss

  :: the sun slips low past ocean tongue, and the crimson-stung sea swallows deep. :: .. PAD, day 23. 

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ferocious blush

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Mermaids Don’t Wear Pants

… If (perchance) you see her just out and about flouting the fin -ality of all, the spin and swim of be -ginnings and blendings, do not be amazed dis/Mayed or chaos-crazed by her bare and intricate deep, the quiet … Continue reading

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Mother, May I?

“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of each.” — Henry David Thoreau .. We wish for truth in shades of black and white. It comes … Continue reading

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wild girls breathe

  Play magnetic poetry here. (I upload mine as screenshots.) 

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