Cutting the clay found in outcrops on the beaches of Zanzibar. Finding pockets in the coral where you will soften the clay with water from the sea. Forming the soft clay into rough bricks by hand and letting them dry. Doesn't matter if they are irregular. You can use lots of mortar. Put them in … Continue reading Building a House on the Beach in Zanzibar with Caroline: Jim Beckta
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Assorted Haiku: Jim Beckta
I was not to feed the fog But it just took it And I am hungry Roaring fog all around me I can't turn it off If only I could go home Cutting pieces of fog Cutting pieces of cubes If only I could use them Pleading with the white fog to move away It … Continue reading Assorted Haiku: Jim Beckta
The Beach: Jim Beckta
What is the name of that little inter-tidal creature that looks so innocent and inviting until you drop a bit of something into it and it clamps shut and grinds it up for food. The dead ones have bits of white shell in their bottoms that were once the skeletons of wandering life that became … Continue reading The Beach: Jim Beckta
Clearing Space: Jim Beckta
Hasn’t enough been said? Words pile up like so much trash. And more line up. Pulling out old corpses stored in the mud, pulling them onto the beach where the tide can pull them out to sea and little fish with mighty jaws may grind them up so they become sand and coral and butterflies … Continue reading Clearing Space: Jim Beckta
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