by John GreyAfter a half hour of plowing throughthe eerie silence of the bay's depths,it was time to surface,a slow launch from the sandy bottomtoward the sun-sparkled undercarriage of the sea.The boa...

by Ronan LingatongTroughI’ll count the rising of the shoulders of the waves.  One.  Two. Three. Four! I’ll look at its white snorting of bubbles  And count again the seafoam; First to be felt are the ...