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Poems

Penny Ferguson

On the North Shore

“The sensual wetness of the sand beneath my feet is balm to my seared soul. The siren song of waves beckons.”

Abiola Regan

Abiola Regan Poetry Collection

My blue ocean sadness. Kept from you, hidden from view. So I keep docking at the same port of hurt.

Julia Florek Turcan

Medicine Child

The warmth of your small body seeps through cracked exterior penetrates deep into this caked clay.

Rebecca Wickens

Agape

Your love wasn’t conditional – It was trapped inside a heart afraid to beat out loud. It was off in the distance.

Firewood

The sand is raked perfectly into lines of dried ravines. Water in the tetsubin, ready for gyokuro.

Kym Nacita Poetry Collection

Lying in bed. I kiss his lips. Trying to taste the ocean I was born into but he is not home. Not even close.

Down to a tea

Sit, sip, start again, from when our moments were simple and sweet, like the people we ideally chose to become.

Lay it Down

Its white wings spread wide against a crystal blue backdrop and I smile, knowing you are smiling, too