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 haggardandhalloo@gmail.com is your best bet for things like this.
Thanks!!
H and H
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
Why
Is this dead one of such importance?