Laminaria saccharina – sugar kelp, tangle, Devil’s apron

Cold water comfortsweet forest homefor secret wide-eyed water-dartersnow a tangle-rooted knifeupon the page Would the devil wear youaround his fiery wasteas he prowled among the shore? Let the waves push thatunwelcome long fellow backinto the deep,where time’s corruption waits Just one more left in my Anna Atkins’ cyanotype ekphrastic series! Last poem will run tomorrow.Continue reading “Laminaria saccharina – sugar kelp, tangle, Devil’s apron”

Cytoseira fibrosa (baccata) – berry-like

Little lemons full of airrafts pulling delicate lifefrom the depth of pools,branches floating toward the lightwhite berries in a wash of bluestill firing connections,still holding tightly to the common thread This is the third poem in my series based on Cyanotypes by Anna Atkins. Thank you for reading!

Himanthalia lorea (elongata) – Sea thong / Sea spaghetti

How you chase the daylightas it departs at the end of the yearshooting out among the rocksto leave your markbefore the moon pulls you,gathering deep pilesin great sandy knotsworthy of our efforts to untie Foodie beach delight,noodle-heaped upon a plate This poem is the second in my series of ekphrastic writing on cyanotypes by AnnaContinue reading “Himanthalia lorea (elongata) – Sea thong / Sea spaghetti”

Laminaria digitata – Oarweed

Great hand, whose fingersraked through the seano longer holding fastbut now your ghost displayedas it reached for the suna dream of the meadowswhere your brothers and sistersswayed with applausedelight of urchins,a tidal clapbreaking free to rush alongsideswarthy boats,palm to palm with the oars I’m not sure how much of a deal I’ve made about itContinue reading “Laminaria digitata – Oarweed”

Bang | The Tale of a Nail

The fine point of truth that joinsturning the refinement of forest titansinto the resolute skeleton that shelterswhole orchards of human soulspiecing the perching place of birdstogether into the plane of refreshment The spike that needs a strike to do its jobpneumatic’s fire, or hammer’s poundupon the blunter end will do the trickholding treasures to wallsstringingContinue reading “Bang | The Tale of a Nail”


On the beach making prints out of the treasureswashed ashore and the sun with the moon reflecting that lightpulling the tides I think of the fabric how it oncewas balls of cotton planted by human handsgrown from a seed in soil that might have oncebeen an inland sea little plants blessed by the sungreen leavesContinue reading “Interconnected”