Pinned

The distant hum of storm’s fret
In an anonymity of sea.
Low slow sound as long years strain
Through oak beams and bone rings.
Vessel pinned, hearts hemmed in,
To this scrolled embroidery of wind.

-Larissa Reid

door to the Pacific 

when you stroll along
the wet cold sand

shifted by el nino’s hand
the door opens

shallow waters of matador
beach pools reflect two lovers

stars tingle with rain mists
look down where the undertow

churns the little float parade
there’s this palace of flat stones

just out of the stars next kiss
beads of stars caught in ocean

tears
roll back into deep black amber flashes of sunset

jealous fog thick thunder
angry at lightning gone by

footprint histories suddenly
erased eaten by a small child

hungry to return to memories
snow ice on thin strip of

Matador beach
we all belong
here

barefoot
when the sun’s

warms the flat stone
shoes
ocean sprays
the kneeling rocks

waiting to be
knighted again
fin

 

Bios And Links

–Larissa Reid

A freelance science writer by trade, Larissa has written poetry and prose regularly since 2016. Notable publications include Northwords Now, Silk & Smoke, Green Ink Poetry, Fenacular, Black Bough Poetry Anthologies, and the Beyond the Swelkie Anthology. She had a poem shortlisted for the Janet Coats Memorial Prize 2020. Larissa is intrigued by visible and invisible boundary lines in landscapes – geological faultlines, myth and reality, edge-lines of land and sea. Based on Scotland’s east coast, she balances her writing life with bringing up her daughters. Larissa is a founder member of the Edinburgh-based writing group, Twisted::Colon.

-Keith Antar Mason

was told by Miss Bell , his fifth grade teacher, that he should be a writer one that one special day when a child needs to have his or hers secret dream needs to be encouraged. Keith went on to have his performance done on Broadway.