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 shiningâ€”I think a thought of the clef of the universes, and of
-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 firstname.lastname@example.org is your best bet for things like this.
H and H