“Words for Longing”
As a lifelong beachcomber, I’ve always wanted to find a message in a bottle, but haven’t been so lucky yet. I decided that I would write out some of my poetry, seal it into bottles, and cast them to the waves.
Any time I would take a bottle to a beach I would joke with myself that I was “dropping off a resume” and imagine that, somewhere on the shores of spacetime, there exists a seaside village looking to hire a poet and that this was the usual way poets applied for beach haunting positions.
“The Moon, the Sea, and the Blood”
Only my closest friends knew about my secret abandoned poetry project. And then Covid-19 shut the world down. One of my confidants (and supplier of gorgeous scotch bottles) suggested that what with people needing a bit more magic these days, maybe I would consider leaving poetry bottles where people might have a better chance of finding them.
It took some convincing, but I gradually started leaving bottles on lonely trails, then on not so lonely trails, then hiding right out in the open. I’ve grown so bold that I now enlist friends and acquaintances into becoming poetry smuggling accomplices and delivering my messages to likely locations on their travels.