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Undertow In my earliest memory I am drowning, upside down in the shores of my hometown. I’m two years old, on the sand with Mom, seaglass in our pockets and startling cool water on our toes.
Enlighten me with a flicker The darkness so cunning What is really true... Then reality kicks in Trapped in this palce Time has no name Accompanying me, all thoughts
Superstorm Sandy took away my home. She didn't take away the walls or the floorboards, and my bed hasn't moved at all. But She took away our light, for all of seven solid nights.
Sand is on the beach, but no feet will reach it. Noone will come out to play as the water stretches across the sea. Silence, utter silence, not even seagulls cry. How many people are afraid they're gonna die?
Last summer we tiptoed across driftwood panels. Barefoot, but carefully alert we’d watch as poison ivy clung onto both sides of the boardwalk, embracing
There is a fire in the sky! A beautiful arrangement of clouds burning alive! Celestial inferno! You have come to call for me With a blaze of Inti’s fire!
Red as dark as cherries, As thick as melted chocolate, flowing in and out of the heart, it pumps to a beat like no other.
Waves like mountains move through streets Waves like mountains take lives like treats Cries of children echo through towns Cries of children become the only sounds