Wildlife, refuse, people and their quirks, the restless tides. This single poem spanning the pages of Karen Schubert’s homage to the Headlands flows as intimately and surprisingly as a journal, each entry penned with Schubert’s usual penetrating, ever generous eye.
From above, the sea is a silent sweep of jewel tones, emerald, jade, turquoise. From there, it’s the air that roars, hawks and ravens siren by. A gull wheels a threat to a fishing boat crying, Mine, Mine.