Arlene Downing-Yaconelli

The author lives slightly outside of Sacramento, marginally past the age of new beginnings, somewhere between contemporary and avant-garde, and wholly within a life of possibilities. Grateful for all of it.

“Beach Walk,” “Flint” and “bouquet from the garden”

a conch shell emptysea-gifted
carried back to window sill
trapped voices now extinct still
in shifting sandsbreeze-lifted
sounds of surf on gentle winds
crashing pulselife’s quickened flash
mutes the tracks with ocean slash
silent ciphersexpunged suspend
  • Issue 40, August 2020
  • Poetry
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