| Selection By SM Fishman 1/1/04 Ever wonder how shells end up on the beach? Who picks them up and why. Some are chosen, Some are broken and some are left behind. |
| Undercurrents By SM Fishman 1/1/04 Caught in an undertow but I never saw it coming. No ripples or swirling eddies, just drifting in your current, not knowing where I’ll beach, if at all. |
| Grains By SM Fishman 1/1/04 Sticking to me like beach sand the kind you still find on you days later. No shower can rinse you off. Sand doesn’t go right down the drain, It lingers a bit in the tub, reminding you of where it came from. |