Rhonda Poholke



Translating Coastlines

On the beach’s long curve, gulls strut their names into wet sand, seaweed scrawls tangled stanzas; a piece of driftwood’s smooth-pearl journey ends in a sandstone fissure. Dunes and spinifex collaborate on parables, ancient as rocks, balancing thoughts of the …

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