As the sky darkens
Bringing curfew to the Earth,
Moonlight kisses the sea soaked, shell filled dirt
Revealing artifacts of moments passed
Stories buried in waiting,
awakened at last.
Deep deep deep beneath
rests a power no chain can defeat.
The first rebellion, a final home
Granted in memory of their gallant bones.
Laying here, guarding weary souls
embarking into worlds unknown.
Give me freedom or give me death.
For slavery is what these bones detest.
Heroic actions of normal men,
inspiring fights for liberty again and again.
To be property and owned by your fellow men,
is the death of the soul, the ultimate end.
Let their actions be passed down like the wind is blown
Forever forging the unity of saltwater and bone.
fish parading
colours only seen in dreams
~ saltwater marvel
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
nose above water
we think hes a floating log
green crocodile
he is seventy
surviving in saltwater
largest ones alive
solunar evening
serene azure beckoning ~
stirrers of the deep
(August Full Moon – Great Lakes and Lake Champlain)
How long is the largest saltwater crocodile?
If you want to know, you can see her for yourself.
She lives in the Bhitarkanika Wildlife Sanctuary in Issa, India.
Would you like to guess?
Even after you see her, I doubt you will get it right.
She is twenty-three foot long.
Others have reported seeing a thirty-three foot crocodile.
But this has never been substantiated.
Village by the Sea
In Bonanamo's haven, where echoes of the sea,
White sandy beaches, a cradle for dreams to be.
Glorious sunsets, a canvas painted bold,
A symphony of colors, a tale to be told.
Fishermen set sails with the first light's kiss,
Their hopes are woven in nets, a daily bliss.
Returning with catches when the winds decree,
In Bonanamo, the sea feeds a family.
Living by the shore, where the wind plays games,
Blowing sand gently, whispering sea-named names.
Under coconut palms, where shade finds its grace,
Mothers watch as children explore the saltwater's embrace.
Sunbeams dance on waters, a radiant ballet,
As kids take a dip in the cool of the day.
Market Square is alive with buai and smoke,
Gathered tales and laughter, a communal yoke.
In Bonanamo's heart, where stories intertwine,
The village thrives on a timeless design.
With each tide's rhythm and sunlit laughter,
Bonanamo lives on, a seaside chapter.
Seaspray hits your face
like a slap, wakes you up
cupped in the prow
dipping up dipping down
watching for fins
coming up dolphins
you lick the salt
from your lips
and speak of love
to the Sun
the anchor, chained,
is stored below deck,
it won’t drop
for a while
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Sunlight glistens off the tumbling waves
Two children laughing and enjoying the day
Collecting shells, saltwater spray
Worries are forgotten
Sands through the palm of my hand
Ebbing away the worries and pain
I look to the sky and pray for a better life
And know in my heart someone is watching over us
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