Category Archives: Gulls

The Ocean, Still

Can you see the ocean still At high tide? Do you remember The windless harbour poised to spill Over piers and pilings and fill Our ears with hollow timbres? Can you see the ocean still? See black-backed gulls wheel and … Continue reading

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Consider That I Am Mistaken

I’m sure there is someone I almost remember Who may have once told me they’d never forget The blue of my eyes in mid-winter sunlight When the geese were long gone and the gulls alone Might be heard over the … Continue reading

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The Feet of Blue Herons

If you happen to live in another town, Or country, or even galaxy As dim and distant in time as in space From these words, this language, the narrow Range of pitch across its plosive phonemes, Do not worry if … Continue reading

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So Long

Today the gulls have come down out of the north wind and sit restlessly on the water in the lee of the city. Are you listening to them, their sea of melancholy voices as monotonous as the waves? Why does … Continue reading

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Euclid vs. The Slow Worms

Every spring, spades turn warming soil Over and mound it up in rows. The spaced seeds germinate while The furious sun grows old. The slow worms under the garden Squirm through their loose knots and tangles, Keep the soil aerated, … Continue reading

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Language is Hollow

It was mentioned to me yesterday that I haven’t been writing much. So I wrote. Language is Hollow for Megan Burke My language is grim because I was born in mid-century shadows cast by mushroom clouds, eyes narrowed against brightness … Continue reading

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Right There

Gulls skirmish above the cormorants—I guess that’s black and white

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