My name is Dylan, “Lover of the Sea.”
Or so my mother hoped I’d always be.
The palm fronds swayed the day that I was born.
And sea gulls screeched their welcome from the shore.
A family of simple needs raised me. Our livelihood was eked out
from the sea. From babe to boy, my playground was the beach;
Observant ocean never failed to teach. But I, unwilling student,
would not hear and dreamed instead of arid west frontier.
Two years of misery in desert quest; I searched for verve
but found I was depressed. ‘Neath empty skies and
cacti's harsh embrace, the ocean ebbed and
pulled me from that place. Thalassic
prodigy returned at last, at
ocean’s edge I stood and
viewed my past: I was
the whale compelled
to breathe fresh air,
an orcan idealist
lunged, unaware. InrecklessflightI'dfaced abasicfact. Awhalelivesunder contractmostexact. I’mfromtheseaandit’sapartof me; Mysaltytearswereproofandguarantee.
I'm a short story author, aspiring novelist, and world traveler who has penned fiction from homes on three different continents. I currently live with my husband and two children in the Atlanta area. When I find myself less inspired by my Southern locale, I have only to rifle through memories of adventures abroad until colorful characters or thrilling plots come forth. And on the rare occasion that none arise...I've been known to finagle a flight out.