The wind is the sculptor that shapes the shoreline.

Vince poked holes, and I scuttered along crab-like, planting sprigs one by one.

Phyllis Castelli is at home for a while on one of the northernmost beaches in Currituck County, North Carolina.  Beauty is everywhere, especially in the sky, the wild horses, and the ever-changing sea, a true invitation to create something magical. She and her husband, along with their Labradors, Cara and Oliver, are hoping for happily ever after.

Phyllis’s poems and essays have appeared in Quillkeepers Press, The Avocet, Scarlet Leaf Review, and Tar River Poets, among others. As a very young poet, she published Gentle, I Think, a book of poems with pen and ink illustrations.