Inspired by The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart

Across an ocean beach of blue,

Her PTSD whistle bangs the tune against a lighthouse dull

Her past reflects

            It’s synged

            It’s bruised

Stiffen up you DUMB backbone

she repeats and repeats and repeats and repeats and repeats

Of all the years that float adrift

Of that which is already blown to bits

A Mariners call into the dead black night

Pain aloft

Her whine, her song

Stand near the flame

Don’t blow the torch

Words can’t remain

 in this hollow tomb.

By Elise Krentzel

Elise Krentzel is a bestselling memoirist, narrative nonfiction author, and narrative IP architect whose work bridges personal story, cultural history, and global perspective. She is the author of Under My Skin – Drama, Trauma & Rock ’n’ Roll and the forthcoming Hydra: The Human Atlas, the first in a place-based series exploring identity, memory, and transformation. A former Tokyo Bureau Chief for Billboard Magazine, Elise has reported internationally on art, music, culture, food, and travel for decades. She now collaborates with high-level professionals and creatives as a ghostwriter and book coach, shaping memoir, leadership, and nonfiction projects built for serious publication — and potential adaptation. After 25 years abroad across five countries, she is based in Austin, Texas. Find her at https://elisekrentzel.com, FB: @OfficiallyElise, Instagram: @elisekrentzel, LI: linkedin.com/in/elisekrentzel.