Next week.

On the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining—I think a thought of the clef of the universes, and of
the future.

-from On the Beach at Night, Alone by Walt Whitman
We’re going to the beach soon. In fact we’re going to Port Isabel / South Padre Island in the Gulf of Mexico before the tar balls and oil covered seagulls wash up and ruin our already questionable Texas beaches for the next decade or two. Today we noticed a few poems about the beach in our inbox and thought, “Hey, let’s post all our beach / ocean / water themed poems next week!” So that’s what we’re going to do.
So go to the beach, write a poem, story, etc. around this theme and we’ll post it next week, starting Sunday. Each time we do this we receive way more submissions than we can possibly post in a week so we’ll probably post more than one a day.
Using the submit writing form or sending your entry to is your best bet for things like this.
H and H

0 thoughts on “Next week.

  1. For Mac
    by Jack Spicer
    A dead starfish on a beach
    He has five branches
    Representing the five senses
    Representing the jokes we did not tell each other
    Call the earth flat
    Call other people human
    But let this creature lie
    Flat upon our senses
    Like a love
    Prefigured in the sea
    That died.
    And went to water
    All the oceans
    Of emotion. All the oceans of emotion
    are full of such fish
    Is this dead one of such importance?

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