Northern California Coast

[create_destiny]

On Trinidad Beach a fat-bellied rock woman sits and keeps watch over the Pacific sea. Sprigs of black huckleberry sprout from the back of her head. She has a name, I just don't know it. During storms she dances to the drumming of the water on the shore. She lunges into the tides, weeping and laughing for the earth, remembering the dark ocean floor before the ecstatic earthquakes, her luscious birth.



When the nights are thick with fog she plays the samisen. Her song is the song God played when he created the world. If you were to hear it your heart would dissolve into lye and your bones would pancake into flat red and white stones, perfect for skipping on still waters.

Comments

[nodressrehersal.livejournal.com]

Bravo....beautiful. I can't stop looking and reading.

[josh-hanson.livejournal.com]

I don't really miss Humboldt, but sometimes I really miss Trinidad.

[honeywoney.livejournal.com]

Oh lovely. This is just wonderful. Thank you so much for this post. :)

[gracegiver]

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Fantastic.

sticks and stones

[lcurtis.livejournal.com]

In Northern California the trees are immense, the walking sticks are six feet long and stone giants guard the beaches. What a wonderful place. Great job!

[madwriter.livejournal.com]

Now that is an amazing thing. :)

[k1tchenwitch.livejournal.com]

gorgeous, just gorgeous ~ the photo & the words

[dietcokehed.livejournal.com]

Dude, you rock! No pun intended :)
That was really....wow :D