Sonnet Sunday: Advent for the Shore
A sonnet that blends the anticipation of Advent with the longing for beach season, capturing the essence of waiting for both the holiday and the shore.
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Silly Saturday: Thanksgiving on the Beach – MADLIB EDITION🦃
A Thanksgiving-themed beach Madlib to kick off your holiday weekend with laughter! Fill in the blanks, read it aloud, and share your funniest creations. Perfect for family gatherings, beach lovers, and anyone who needs a playful break after yesterday’s feast.
Dive in to the post →Flotsam Friday: Leftovers & Longings (A Black Friday Seagull Story)
They call it Black Friday.Humans stampede through parking lots and plazas, hunting shiny boxes and blinking screens.But down at the shore?We call it The Quiet Day. Most years, it’s just me – Sal the Seagull – circling above empty beaches, riding the wind like a king with no subjects.No fries.No crumbs.No half-eaten rolls.Just sand, sky, … Read more
Dive in to the post →Thurston Howell III Thursday: Thanksgiving on Gilligan’s Island
Explore a whimsical Thanksgiving on Gilligan’s Island and discover what the castaways can be thankful for, even when stranded and far from home.
Dive in to the post →Sonnet Sunday: Thanksgiving on the Shore
A sonnet dedicated to the shore on the Sunday before Thanksgiving – expressing gratitude for the beach, beach food, and the quiet peace that comes with both. And yes, a little love for the lobster roll over turkey.
Dive in to the post →Flotsam Friday: The Beach’s Beautiful Wreckage
The shore is both a giver and a taker. On this Flotsam Friday, we reflect on the things we lose – and the things we find. A boogie board, a piece of love, and the beach’s endless rhythm of loss and recovery.
Dive in to the post →What the Sea Left Behind
When the last umbrellas close and the gulls reclaim the boardwalk, the beach exhales. What’s left behind isn’t just sea glass and shells – it’s memory. Footprints that once hurried toward the waves have been washed smooth, and the air hums with a quieter kind of music. There’s a peace to the off-season that summer … Read more
Dive in to the post →Sonnet for a Leaf-Strewn Shore
The gulls cry softer now – their echoes thin,As tides sweep summer’s laughter out to sea.The boardwalk slumbers, sand turns cold and clean,And autumn drifts its amber elegy. The dunes wear crowns of brittle, golden flame,Each leaf a whisper from a vanished tree.They gather on the tide like thoughts untamed,Then scatter, wild and weightless, endlessly. … Read more
Dive in to the post →The Last Watch: A Halloween Tale from the Tower
Every October, when the nights grow long and the tide whispers secrets to the dunes, the locals start telling the story of The Last Watch – the lifeguard who never left his post. He was just a kid, really. Seventeen, sunburned, proud, and built of saltwater and dreams. They say he could sprint from tower … Read more
Dive in to the post →The Seagull Therapist Will See You Now
They say you can’t find real help on the boardwalk. But that’s because they haven’t met Dr. Cliff. Dr. Cliff is a seagull – rotund, salt-streaked, and at least 17 years old if the rumors are true. He’s lived through four hurricanes, a dozen mayors, and the Great Funnel Cake Fire of 2011. He knows … Read more
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