Black Sand Beach, by Karen Schubert
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.