THE HIDDEN TRACK

The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea.
-- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik



The Dead and Uninvited...

It is at the edge of the saline water - the highest mark where the sea discards its dead and uninvited in sharp, contoured lines - where purging begins in vain. You see, like we glutenous humans, that which the sea discards so does it consume upon the hour of its rage or at the overreaching of its own mighty hands.

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