“Water is Emotion” by Savannah Ivan

Water represents emotion. There’s calm, rage, anxiety, uneasy. At times, it’s calm and quiet. It’s not disturbed. At other times, it’s raging like a tsunami, Sweeping away everything in its path. During the day, it could start off calm and peaceful, But could progress...

“Tides” by Bailey Foster

I sit by the sea with my feet in the sand And the boats of sizes speeding further from land, The ocean amazes me unknowing how much life it hosts The deep blue color it reflects and the various waves amongst it’s coasts.

“Taming Water” by Alliyah Tabilisma

1. Nourishing, not only by the chain of animals, but down throats like smooth molasses drains. Washing down like gliding boats. 2. The breeze in Hawaii, tropical and relaxing. Unlike any other, our low tide scent full of the native dinner platter. 3. Blanketing down...

“Untitled” by Taisha Fermin

I met you last spring By the sea shore, For once, my mind did not hurt anymore My mom at peace, the water calm I laughed at the barnacles held in your palm That you covered With your hand, You the ocean waved back again And now I wait, to return once more So that I’ll...

“We Are Water” by Margaret Polizzotto

Water is the essence of life. It is what makes up our entire being and existence. It flows through our veins, And is the heartbeat of mother nature. It is in the earliest records of ancient times, And in the latest of modern scripture. It can be the cause of life, or...

“In Southeast Alaska” by Tommy Pearson

In Southeast Alaska, Water is everything, Is around everything, Is part of everything In Southeast Alaska In Southeast Alaska, Water Is in the rain, Is in the streams, Is in the humid Summer air In Southeast Alaska In Southeast Alaska, Drought Is a concept, Is an...

“Drip” by Carson Grant

1. No land in sight. Yet the man didn’t turn back. Sailing for days on end. 2. The hot summer sun, beating down on their backs. A quick dip in the river. Now back to work. 3. 4:00 am wake up, Painfully thirsty. Reach to the nightstand, the glass is empty. 4. Years go...

“What the duck thinks” by Lori K. Ortiz

Author’s statement: This poem arrived on a brisk walk down to Rotary Beach in Ketchikan, last February. Walking at the edge of the water this morning In the company of wind whipped snow flurries Sweeping in, then out over the shore I stop – noticing moving...