Tag Archives: beach

Waves

What is the difference between memory and fiction? What are the intersecting policies of their tenuous and subjective relationship? For example: You have a woman, a mother recalling her dead daughter. She sees her daughter playing on the beach, she … Continue reading

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Memory and Fiction

What is the difference between memory and fiction? What are the intersecting policies of their tenuous and subjective relationship? For example: You have a woman, a mother recalling her dead daughter. She sees her daughter playing on the beach, she … Continue reading

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Sea Change

Excerpt from my recently completed novel, Worlds Last Imagined. This fragment is a meditation upon the tenuous and subjective relationship between memory and fiction: She stood at a distance, imagining her daughter there, playing. She saw how her daughter lit … Continue reading

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Moments

From the series, Japan Poems. Boy, bedazzled by the sea’s opaline crush, Mother, in the sand-softened throes of respite, holding tenderest vigil, to recognize life’s sweetest ease in passing.

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Umbrella

From the series, Japan Poems Eternity found in grains of sand, scoured by sea– Pairing, without qualms.

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Claim

From the series, Japan Poems. To be found wanting is the favored and persistent urge of longing’s desire to know itself as a distant calling toward the siren of intimacy.

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Day at the Beach

Weeping for his past, rare photo of Peter Pan– Next stop, Neverland.

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Neverending

An epic fable, resounded by the wind’s score– Stories, sown from lore.

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Pitch

The cave witch’s broom, flares–All those who enter here shall know nightmare’s pitch.

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Parcel

Dreams washed up on shore, all part of Beauty’s parcel, to move us, then fade.

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