Hold The River Banks Up
A boat zine from a writing retreat to Turtle Cove in the Spring of 2018. Designed by Soleil Garneau.
A boat zine from a writing retreat to Turtle Cove in the Spring of 2018. Designed by Soleil Garneau.
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8.<br />
my memories flood when i touch my post-flood objects hoarded<br />
these memory machines anchor the time<br />
i’m holding a spray bottle to clean something that got wet<br />
i’m wiping something that i’ll probably throw away but i can’t tell yet<br />
When i hold it, things kick in<br />
this repeats<br />
9.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y were little and i was busy looking at photos of them. My 1, 3, &<br />
5 year olds were bumping into me, telling me something. Hungry and<br />
loudly wanting attention.<br />
i just want to look at the cuteness! i roared at them. Maybe, that was<br />
only in my mind?<br />
but i never really cleaned up my jpgs and photo libraries since<br />
10.<br />
my current memory machine will be disrupted if i spill too much<br />
time on the old ones<br />
hey i don’t have time for these things i don’t have time to bask in the<br />
past<br />
i don’t have time to hold on<br />
i don’t have time for this trash<br />
i’m supposed to set the example<br />
i’m supposed to be makin memories now<br />
i want them to say i saw and listened to them now<br />
not flooded lost, not fishing for the past not<br />
scrubbing garbage and some ego thing to find myself<br />
it’s not about me it’s about all of us together<br />
everything else did but<br />
my family didn’t flood away<br />
even though we will be scattering<br />
11.<br />
i don’t want to be left behind. we’ve left the creek. i’m close to the gulf<br />
now. i want to swim the ocean too.<br />
12.<br />
<strong>The</strong> two of us canoed to the house 2 days later. We’d scouted it out<br />
earlier and were able to park a mile away at the gas station. <strong>The</strong> pastel<br />
painted box bocage beehives had shimmied over by the pumps, lids<br />
open and bees circling. Usually they’re humming across the street<br />
near where that guy used to sell coons but now he sells watermelons.<br />
We boated down Greenwell Springs Road. <strong>The</strong> scene was serene and<br />
abandoned, overflowing with water and submerged rescue trucks<br />
and boats. One car was on its end, so deep, and we passed solitary<br />
people looking out at corners and intersections like an art film or<br />
a video game. Some parts were dry and one guy helped us haul the<br />
canoe at the Winn-Dixie, i mean Shopper’s Value. We reached our<br />
soggy house where the floodwaters had receded. <strong>The</strong> cats were mad<br />
at us, but they were okay. We hurried to get back before dark.<br />
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