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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 13, Number 1, March 2019

Marcyn Del Clements
Claremont, California, USA

Among the Frass and Wrack

I‘m down at the tide line to look for beach glass. The tide is still pulling out, the sun still rising. Here is a moon shell, pregnant with broken promises. A toy Yamaha truck bed, no tires, floated here from Japan after the tsunami. Four green glass pieces and five clear, hammered by the sea, rounded, dulled. A whelk, chiton, limpet. Sand dollars with their five pointed flowers, hidden tinkling doves.

The hinge of a clam muscle, just the part where the toe attaches to the bivalve, the thickest part of the clam, a question mark in the sand, the rest worn away by storm, hundreds of years to get to this swirl of shell, an “s”, remnant of the animal that once anchored to the bottom, swept the sea for nutrients, opening and closing, opening and closing.

stacked rocks –
inukshuk in Inuit
“I was here”



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