Poetry, notes, and marginalia by William Michaelian
that's ok. with so many bottlesl, who needs a boat?xoerin
nice:)if you can't beat them....then...
bottom uponeand anotherwith salt sea chaserdrunk on thatwhich never could be capturedfully
Drowning in your words,Unheard, unseen, unfelt!
Erin: Maybe those who can’t swim. To every word, there are countless lives attached.Rahina: In other words, I’m all wet.Annie: You’re right. The seine on the Seine goes mainly down the drain.Theanne: And in yours, a timely length of rope.
Carry the bottles down with you as you go; there's a breath or two in each one.
Peter, I must say, your comment is hard to swallow.
Maybe, the bottle will swim to you.
Hello, Nazia. A full-throttle bottle with fins....
Mmmm...I know you are dreaming of mermaids!
The plot thickens.
two years ago at the public beach a man overheard my son and i. i was explaining to my son why he could not float. the man interupted and said, i'm sorry to intrude, but everyone can float. i have been a swimming instructor all my life. it is all in trusting/believing the fact that we can all float. i'll be darned. he was right. he taught my son to trust/belief and then he taught my son to float.xoerin
Beautiful. And I dare say he taught you something too, life being the ocean that it is.
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