The Dream Highway

The dream highway ran the narrow strip between the surf and the forest, and we drove alongside a ditch with its invasion of elephantine, doe-eyed marine creatures. I forget the species’ name, but I saw the flicker of their forked

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Cracks in the Sea Sky

When you’re shipwrecked and cannot die, the page of your book never turns. You live one endless day of saltwater, wind, and the veiny red behind closed eyelids. The water will not burn your tongue nor your guts, but neither

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Picture of the Cement Ship in Aptos

Their Green Only Darkens

Dark Forest in the Fog; image by Roksolana Zasiadko

 
Ever wonder why spirits are so known for their whispers underneath the sounds of daily life?
 
Listen. Beneath the washing machine’s hum, far-off chanting fades like a bell tone. As soon as you’re aware of the sound, you realize it
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