Table for One–Laurie Sunderland
Memoir: I found a stool in the center of the bar and ordered a club soda. The woman at the end of the bar heard my order turned in my
The Mermaid–JoRene Byers
Emerging from the sea, a mermaid gazes from the silken water. She dives, then rises again to bring a message from the depths, of the stillness within, the secret quiet
Blue–k.d.e.
Countless days I have stood on sacred ground Watching the rhythm of a low tide bay My feet are firmly grounded in the sand I can feel the softness beneath
Hues of You–Jennie Hoff
blue, azul…yes you tinting the sky; shading night rinsing off my gloom (named after you, what a slight!) with waves of sea spray thank you for your hues that color
Amanita–Marti Mattia
Fiction: You can think of each town along this stretch of the 101 as a different woman. Gearhart in pearls, Seaside flashing her cleavage. Cannon Beach all cutesy-cute but fake,
Praise–Joe Barrett
Find Joy Within your palm Our hands joined Next to the blue waterfall Of happiness It’s a kindness That stays put That won’t shut up Cuz its sweet droll Drags
King Tides–Barbara Stott
I let the Oceanic Power wash me clean, sweeping away all that is heavy, sorrow, pain, grief, fear, limitation, her wildness stirring me, as I am tumbled in her roiling
Bluie–Lynn Connor
Fiction: Baby Ken’s first word was not Mama. It was not Dada or Papa. His first word was Bluie as his tiny little fingers searched for the silky edge of
Learning Blue–Julie Young
Essay: At three she learned blue from her Crayon box, her Keds sneakers, and blueberries eaten under azure summer skies. She saw blue in her father’s Sunday suit, the only
Iris on Neahkahnie Mountain–JoRene Byers
From the side of the trail a long graceful stem carries the sky. An elegant form. Royal. A fleur-de-lis gracing a magnificent scene, the edge of an ermine robe leaves