Juli OceanUntil Rodanthe“Don’t forget me,” I tell the sea. My feet cooling in the swell of surf after walking across scalding sand, sandals held aloft. For the…Mar 11, 2017Mar 11, 2017
Juli OceanThe Light of DayI didn’t want to touch his bluing hands. When our stepmom said, “He’s still warm,” it made him sound like a loaf of bread, fresh from the…Feb 26, 20171Feb 26, 20171
Juli OceanRandom thoughts about pursuing a slice of happinessBy the time I went to college at Kent State University, it was the eighties. I had taken two years between high school to live a little…Feb 4, 2017Feb 4, 2017