Quintara Beach It’s not the ocean’s job to comfort me, but here I am each morning looking outside myself for succor. I watch the log on the shore but don’t…
The Waters
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Unabstracting Light after Sueyeun Juliette Lee I know now: the light I wanted lives at the edge of the ocean, light waits for me on the waves I drove to…
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ArtCreative Nonfiction / EssayHybrid
The Waters: WATER’S EDGE
by Guest Contributor February 28, 2020Pam Wye is an artist, educator, mom, swimmer. Her graphic history entitled “In the Midst of It All” was recently published in Spiralbound on Medium. Her graphic-memoir-in-progress, “Water I’ve…
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Creative Nonfiction / Essay
The Waters: The Aftermath of Many Hurricanes
by Guest Contributor February 27, 2020[Featured Image: Lonnie Holley Creating Sculpture titled The Aftermath of Many Hurricanes, photo by Reagan Petty, Duke Center for Documentary Studies, September 12, 2019] On a Tuesday morning, I sat…
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He wakes at the same time he did the day before. Every morning he shuffles in the dark through the same choreography, first throwing the blankets off his body, then…
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Tricked-out funhouse freak in the crushed velvet sheets of river you fold over me. Whack spazmodic Tao bazooka, flipping the switches of the cutbank like a Cadi on spreewells O…
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Kinshasa, 2012 You envy the river its sense of place. The slow current of years. The Bantu expansion in 500 BC, the rise of the Kongo Kingdom on its left…
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Horizon itself is a song: a sphere stretched into the tight fold of a rubber band, a loop flattened into an eyelash of dirt, the last snap of light caught…
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The Architecture of Water The Mississippi River is a work of architecture and an architect. Consider the following. Architecture can be made of water: For centuries, Inuits inhabited…
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I We were still upset, my brother and I. We’d refused to come home. Still had to, after a weekend at a small resort two hours away, with several artesian…
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海洋散骨: The Procession When I die, the nurse will first wipe my body with lukewarm water. My skin and hair will be patted dry and my ears and mouth…
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I sit in the bathtub and I crave salt water (I want the Sea of Cortez off the coast of Baja where I let my body grow limp as a…
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for Katie each inlet each dissolution was inner thought K loves the streams the glow an ecosystem and idea that came down mountain and everything alive and loud but…
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When I am flying in my dreams it’s like I’m swimming in the blackest milk. Nourishing but cold, cloistered in the phosphoresence , like God’s fingers are swirling the watery…