Sea Tales: An Anthology

By Annalise Grey, L.C. Ireland, JP Fulton and 6 more

   Set sail with nine authors as they share their favorite memories, imaginative dreams, and most passionate stories of the sea.  
   Discover hidden troves beneath foamy waves, sing along with the bravest of sailors, and spend downtime with selkies of the north.   
   There's a little something for everyone in this sprawling, epic adventure for lovers of all things nautical.  

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wildling Press
• Release date: Mar 9, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386638728

Book preview

Dedicated to seafarers & lovers of all things nautical. 

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THE OCEAN SINGS

her songs to me

as I lay upon the sand

letting my worries drop

one

by

one

like water from my hand

-ANNALISE GREY

Adrift at Sea

MY MIND IS AN OCEAN

Storms arrive with gnashing teeth.

My boat is still afloat.

.

Whales slosh by

Spewing water

In my eyes.

.

A million stars glitter above

And the ocean’s lull

Rocks me to sleep in the cabin’s hull.

.

The wind gales rock me

From side to side,

As I remain adrift at sea.

-MARY BONE

Salt water cure

FROM THE ROCKING OF waves

against the shoreline of my South Carolina home,

the sea, in all it’s terrible glory, has been a great comfort.

.

When my eldest son went to Afghanistan

I sat for hours on end

with my toes in the bubbling waves

wondering if my little boy would live to see

another sunset. 

.

The day he finally came home,

more than a little worse for wear,

it was another kind of salt water that brought us together.

.

Oh, I knew all too well how

war breaks the mighty until crippled.

.

And though it isn’t manly,

Vietnam taught me that tears can be healing

when shed in defiance of social norms. 

.

Now,

my boy and I share a spot in the sand

as we watch the waves. 

.

We sit quietly,

grateful for the separation of years and miles

and, of course, for the gentle wonder of

water. 

-J.P. FULTON

A sailor’s toast

HERE’S TO THE GIRLS

who fill up our days

with kisses so sweet it hurts

AND HERE’S TO THE GIRLS

lingering in doors

waiting to lift up their skirts

-JACK REDSON

Sea-Coal

THE LAST NIGHT THE sky shook with thunder

.

the sea-coal fled their beds on the ocean floor

huddled together on the shores

looking for a new home

and found

only people

who wanted them

to burn.

-E.J. SCHOENBORN