Every storm is an opportunity
for the sea to have its tantrum
as it attempts to tackle
the monsters of industrial society
each wave,
a gastric convulsion
as partially digested foreign objects are churned out
rejected
aborted
looking for their new place
in a world where they never belonged.
Those white stones over there
Look closer
They are not marbles
They are pieces of styrofoam carved into pebbles
And the practical joke continues:
take away plastic cups masquerade as jellyfish
red bottle caps steal the show among the seashells
as the monsters struggle to see
through a thick, opaque layer
of their own vommit
George is an author, researcher, podcaster, chemist, molecular biologist and food scientist. You can follow him on Twitter @99blackbaloons , listen to his Spotify podcast George reads George, join his mailing list, or enjoy his books
George Tsakraklides 
Hi George In about 2003, as I was trying to gently nudge my ever reluctant son toward further education, we found ourselves and dog living in Ventura, CA. The morning after a particularly violent winter storm I had to pick up our Jack Russell Terrier while we were walking on the beach lest he become entangled or worse in the debris belched up by the sickened sea. Everything imaginable and then some but more concerning than anything amongst the list of what should never be in any ocean, discarded hypodermic needles. They’d finally turned our pristine ocean child into a junkie. Damn them. KG
Yea I find a lot of those
Excellent piece on environmental water protection and animal protection.
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