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Merman

July 8, 2008 4 comments

He loves the salt inside me.
Cures my grieving with an unguent
made from starfish limbs and foam.

He trolls oceanic depths,
tidepools I cannot enter.
His silhouette stains a scrim of clouds.

I enter through his singing,
ancient chords, discordant tones.
Myth still intact, I surrender.

No one marks my vigils,
nights I give over to scrying
over piers and jetties.

I write my name on currents
of ocean water and wait
for my lover to surface.

by Gerard Wozek

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Devour

July 7, 2008 Comments off
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A May Flower

July 7, 2008 8 comments

Dorothy May Bradford drowned in Provincetown Harbor
while the Mayflower was at mooring, December 7, 1620.

In green-shot bays my sweetheart sleeps;
She pierced the shadow of the boat
And disappeared—still I must keep
My courage safe from fear she floats
With staring eyes into the deeps
Where liquid devils jeer and gloat.

Did sharp-fanged woods spur Dorothy
To drink up death? No way to gloss
Over trials, nowhere to flee…
Her heart could augur only loss.
Whoever thought the changing sea
Would alter crossing into cross?

We pilgrims in the wilderness
Must curb our fancy’s imps and ghosts—
A penitent, I here confess
To glimpsing her along the coast:
I meant to say, God’s peace and rest,
But words fall dead when wanted most.

by Marly Youmans

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Point Lobos, California

July 6, 2008 15 comments
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Intertidal

July 5, 2008 Comments off

She tells me how it lives, quick and rich, between tides;
how its world shifts in swirls and sanded patterns on each waking.

How it scurries to take all that’s offered by each new land
exposed on the moon’s whim, washed in the sea’s run.

How it waits out high tides in a bubble bound with silk,
how each barnacle only has room for one.

by Angela France

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The Mollusc World

July 5, 2008 Comments off

Aquarium, Monterey, California

At noon, the great Hand
breaches the world’s rippling membrane
and a jet of pellets
raises a swarm of yellow bee fish.
Coarser pellets meander
awaited by the o-mouthed
blackeyed rockfish who waves transparent ruffled fins
like a drag queen in summer georgette
having wiggled its lump of backside into a hole in the reef
drilled by acid suction of a geoduck clam’s
feeding tube, a plasmatic human-sized phallus.
The clam, spent,
revolving with tidal currents
will stumble across virgin coral.

On the sandy bottom
striped angel wings
refill muscular bellies
raking nutrients through toothed gums.
All dross drifts to spiral-humped moon snails
who cleanse by grazing—
devourer-plows
patient in dim light

where shadows of spectators
swim the glass shield
in a dream of regaining
so gentle a fit.

by Charlotte Mandel

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Dancing Jellies

July 4, 2008 1 comment
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