Tag: sand
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My Thalassophobia
I play with the sand, crush it to a globe ofsun dried golden particles,until the thing in me that is the ocean calls to release it to the tideso full of the incessant sorrow upon sorrow of other’s tearsforced daily to kiss the shore-its roar constantly reminding me-the ocean hates the land-the ocean does not…
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Walking the Living Beach
Past:The sea foam grants me gifts of pink, blue, green:a man-o-war, a mermaid’s purse,brine shrimp,sea lettuce. With each step, I feel my feet uncover and burythe beach’s cycle,the grit and stingof warm sand caressing my soles.I wish to stay to watch the purple evening come,long enough to witness the loggerhead turtlebury its eggs in the…
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Dust Devil
It rose from the dead and sand, a thick yellow-gray gale full of the stink of alkali and tumbleweeds, a demon following the road.
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Pareiodolia
The sand holds our faces. Every thousand grains forms a man, a woman, a child. Every millionth there is your mother- young, stunning, beauty mark perfectly spotted on right cheek. Every billionth adds a little weight, gray, tears and beaches of separation. Every trillionth might be the dirt blown away at…