Tag: Olivia Owens Wyatt

SHOCKWAVES

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I’m anchored off of Namotu Island. It’s five acres of sand in the shape of an avocado with bures (wood and straw huts) and boats and surfboards and baby turtles. The bottle blue surf of Swimming Pools breaks all over it. It’s a surfer’s slice of paradise. There are waves but I’m too weak to...

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The Land Of Relentless Sun

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The morning of our sleepless night we jumped into the water to have a tea party. It didn’t last long because only one turtle accepted our invitation and he was too young to have an in-depth conversation with. The turtle asked me, “What do you see when you look at me?”  We we’re sipping sand...

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The Sunnyside

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I don’t remember the last time I showered. Does jumping into the sea count?  Sorry to tell you that, but it’s the truth. I tell you all my truths. As if you were my diary. Now you know everything. What’s on the surface of my skin. What’s beneath my skin. What’s crawling inside my skin...

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The Lightning & The Whale

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Back in 1961, Betty and Barney Hill were abducted from their car in the woods of the White Mountains. Two hours vanished. They awoke- clothes ripped. Dirty. Caked in a mysterious dust. Their heads were foggy.  Their reality undone. Their night an incomplete story. They remembered being chased by a light that dropped out of...

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Who Loves The Sun?

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January 30, 2020 Its 6:00 am. in Venice beach on a Thursday. Ten days after Martin Luther King Jr. Day, yes.  I open my eyes and I’m thinking about space and sex and aliens. I Shit, shower, shave, then walk to the coffee shop. I pass the butcher’s daughter, three wise men, and an actress who wishes that she...

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