To the Philosopher who said he gave up Beach Combing for the facts of life on Wall Street

Truth, you see, when backed into a crevice between stones cannot be got, will not be out unless you wait. Oh you may jab it with a stick but you only succeed in helping the thing lodge itself more firmly. Hard to come by yes, the old crab is tough, if it sees you It […]


The need to return to origin True as the need of home Rush of red shoreline kelp The coupling of crabs, flash Of Garibaldi in tidal pools But a reason for rock foam Breaker gull sky– unknown. Each salty breath brings me To being in you, Uterus of Life and Death, great Mother You hold […]