Selections

In blistery sunshinethe Shellpicker’s gown gleams white with black- inked cowries and conches trumpets and moons. She guards her beach and checks each shell to sort the living from the lost.

Broken

Everything you love and lose washes back to shoreon a freak wave, it is believed from the seas which a poet says are filled with dolls and allher broken bones. Lucky todayI salvage an arm.