The Sea


Here's the thing: you have to dive into the sea inside you. It's dark and cool. Sea caves are even darker, but they're full of secrets. Casks and fossils, bones and gold. You swim into yourself, and you find luminous things in the depths. Evanescent, sometimes translucent. They flutter, slither, speed, dance. All the colors dazzle you. You put out your hands. Sometimes, you catch one or two. You rise, toward the sun that flickers above you like glitter on a child's art project. Suddenly, you're there--the beach before you. The page or the screen. You open your hands. You write. Glory, glory.


Cindy (not verified)

Nice! I loved this too! :-)

el poquito (not verified)

You make me feel it's an honor, a privilege to write.

Cholo Lula (not verified)

God damn you can write.

tejanapoet (not verified)

loved this!

kathryn (not verified)

Talk about rapture of the deep. The beach...that's where I'm from, scales and all, fins too. This made me remember.

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Book club members have been some of my most enthusiastic and careful readers. I’m thrilled to share my work with you, answer your questions and tell you some of the stories behind the stories. This is our spot, just for us. Here, we can chat:  If I’m nearby, I’ll come and visit your club. Otherwise, we can Skype, talk over the phone or email. Sometimes, I’ll send surprises or hold contests.

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