Tag Archives: Horseshoe Bay

Pooled

Some days the black tide seeps in (depression). Often for reasons I can’t tell or discover. It’s just suddenly there, black, often shiny, with no end of it, no beginning, no land to step back onto, no beach, no edge. … Continue reading

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Tidal Days

Tidal days, sea-foam days that curl and shapeshift, carry the heart on the wind, out and back, out and back. Horseshoe Bay, Port Elliot. Days when I see energy lines, stones that bounce and tell of tides and schools of … Continue reading

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