The Process
Waves crash down From parted seas Icy needles Against nerves Flowing over Virgin flesh Slowly splitting A spinning head Freezing heart Deeper into indecision…
Waves crash down From parted seas Icy needles Against nerves Flowing over Virgin flesh Slowly splitting A spinning head Freezing heart Deeper into indecision…
This sand has been here for decades. It is always changing, but always here. It absorbs the warmth of the sun, feeding it back even when darkness has fallen…
I stood there, at the precipice of self-annihilation, looking down at the sea of sorrows ready to swallow me whole. I made no effort to keep my balance; only…
Her cloak billowed behind her as she ran across the sand. Not until she reached the water’s edge did she slow to a stop. The waves lapped gently at her feet…
Marketa’s faithlessness made the house too small. I found myself walking outdoors, down the grassy slopes to the shore, where an empty beach awaited moonrise…
The sun caresses face and back, free of restraint or judgment. Waves roll in, each unique and glorious in their insistence. Sand swirls in the undertow and…
The cliffs were my favourite place. Sitting, feet dangling into the unknown, hands dug in to the long grass. Below the gentle rush and roar of waves crashing…
We stood on the shore and gazed at the oil platforms in the distance; wondering if there were any poor souls trapped on them, pulling double overtime to feed…
A bad dream.. I was walking along the beach, giant waves were gathering on the horizon. I don’t know why but, I didn’t run, not that I wasn’t afraid, I just…