A poem about searching for sea glass and celebrating a love that lasts.
Climate breakdown has implications at every level of life. This poem chronicles the effects on polar bears, through the lens of one sorrowful discovery.
At the end of the Sound, where the pines have been pushed back by an unrelenting salt wind, you will find that jingle-shell beach— where little cups of pearly lemon peach stretch out endlessly. Put your hands to them and you will not know where to stop. […]
“Do the shells still hear the sea…” asks this poem about loss, memory, and being.
North on the Illahee Ferry So there you are, where you wanted to be. I can imagine the Seattle city pier falling away behind you. Herring gulls wheel along their wires, reflections shattering in the ferry wake. You lean out over the swell, caught by blue distance, and when the cold finds its way onto […]
“I still want you / though it hasn’t rained in forever,” says this aubade poem, which also features a glimpse of the sea.