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Northern California Coast

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.

Trinidad Beach near Arcata, CA

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.


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Oct. 21st, 2006 04:37 pm (UTC)
Bravo....beautiful. I can't stop looking and reading.
Oct. 21st, 2006 04:40 pm (UTC)
I don't really miss Humboldt, but sometimes I really miss Trinidad.
Oct. 22nd, 2006 12:03 am (UTC)
**Clap** **Clap** **Clap** **Clap** **Clap** **Clap** **Clap** **Clap** **Clap** **Clap** **Clap** **Clap**

Oct. 22nd, 2006 10:13 am (UTC)
sticks and stones
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!
Oct. 22nd, 2006 07:22 pm (UTC)
Now that is an amazing thing. :)
Oct. 22nd, 2006 07:31 pm (UTC)
gorgeous, just gorgeous ~ the photo & the words
Oct. 24th, 2006 01:13 pm (UTC)
Dude, you rock! No pun intended :)
That was really....wow :D
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