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jennifer brinn, poems Skip to content jennifer brinn, poems Menu and widgets Out to the Ocean Yesterday, I needed space from my space. The walls of our home that hold us in a loving container began to feel like a well-meaning, yet overbearing mother. And so I drove, up and over the green-bosomed hills that contain our towns, our busy-ness, and out to the ocean. This element of Earth who is unapologetically, untamed, like that one, offbeat bohemian auntie who let you take sips of her wine when no one was looking. Shedded the shoes that bound my feet and walked barefoot. Each step sunk deeper into her sands and let the world fall from my shoulders, because what was I thinking that I could hold a planet with only my bones? Her waves thinned into lacy foam as it crept upon the shoreline, skimming beneath my soles. This wild auntie revealed her jewel box. A display of magical stones, stolen from faraway cliffs the vacant homes of mollusks, patinaed to an indigo blue, t...

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