Asemic Writing in Wet Sands

A Natural Thing – Molluscs Writing

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Late afternoon I wandered the sands in a gentle breeze, creatures stirred, emerged to write messages before gulls or other birds got them. Or if a wee crab, scuttled for cover, burying well considering my footsteps, though light, threatening.

And I paused, saw wonders unfold, saw forms, images and things in the writings others might not. Even Snoopy was there in this slice of life.

Early writings washed away as tides like peoples flowed then ebbed hinting promise that new ideas could be etched for different eyes.


Mollusc writers stepped out to write upon the sands, crabs scuttled as I drew close, paused.


New messages emerged like old songs written by green worms, crabs, leaves and the wind.




Author: agreekmatinee

My interests and playtime: Writing, Reading, Swimming in the Sea, Gardening, Art: painting, drawing, printmaking (intaglio, lino cut, woodcut); Travel, Ancient History, Archaeology, Exploration, playing Chess, Family, Friends, chili in my tea

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