April 6, 2011 § 1 Comment
Metamorphosis | Oahu, Hawaii
At the furthermost reach of the sea
Where Atlantis sinks under the wake of the waves,
I have come to heal my life.
I knit together like a broken arm.
The salt fills in the crevices of bone.
The sea takes all fragments of my lives
& grinds them home.
I wake up in a waterbed with you,
The sea is singing & my skin
sings against your skin.
The waves are all around us & within.
We sleep stuck to each other’s salt.
I am healing in your arms.
I am learning to write without the loss of love.
I am growing deeper lungs here by the sea.
The waves are knives; they glitter & cut clean.
This is the sea’s surgery.
This is the cutting & the healing both.
This is where bright sunlight warms the bone,
& fog erases us, then makes us whole.
~ The Surgery of the Sea by Erica Jong
May 19, 2009 § Leave a comment
May 19, 2009 § 2 Comments
Occasionally, I clutch weakly at the straws of photography to remind myself that some memories are real, alive, breathing… that I was there once, with the sand between my toes and the laughter bubbling up through the saltiness and the sun.
The fresh fragrance of friendships being forged and old ones blossoming anew.
The magic of the Aina.
It was a blur of singing inappropriately, waimea, union bar, poetry, floating face-up in the ocean at sundown, cuddles on a grassy knoll, shore breaks, turkey sandwiches, taro patches, needles and ink, terribly ridiculous conversations, a late night run to Like Like and an even later call back to the beach before bed… two hours of sleep and a rather sad ride to the airport..
May 1, 2009 § 1 Comment
September 3, 2008 § 2 Comments
Honolulu, Hawaii, USA – a room, in a house, in a neighbourhood with dogs across the road.
In our own rooms, revealed. Concealed in dark, outlined by the wash of a streetlamp spilling in from the outside. Unsharp, unclear, questions hovering in the dark spaces. Sometimes the most beautiful of scenes are the ones that leave some things unsaid.
September 3, 2008 § Leave a comment
Honolulu, Hawaii, USA – shopping at Sam’s Club
This is the way we hunt and gather. Our prey contained in cardboard and styrofoam. Chickens that appear plucked and headless, shiny in their glad wrap outfits. Cereal, danish pastries, soft drinks (or should I say ‘soda’), canned soup… trolleys the size of a small car. Big and very American.