“...and the rocks knew us” is a translation into Morse Code of a poem written by Missy Martin about her hometown of Burgeo on the west coast of Newfoundland. I moved to Newfoundland shortly after the death of my father, and one of my mourning rituals was to spend hours on the beach collecting small white sea-worn quartz stones. The pre-historic Inuit, who hunted and camped about 3,000 years ago on the west coast of Newfoundland, also used these stones, encircling the dead with them as part of their burial practices. During the Second World War my father was a radio operator for the Merchant Marine. When I was a child, driving in the car with him down the eastern seaboard, he translated the morse code we heard late at night on the radio, coming from ships out at sea.