He has existed for as long as He remembers. So does She. Listening to the River. Watching. Waiting. Hoping. He has been there so long he forgets why he is listening. Watching. Waiting. Hoping. He just does what He knows and doesn’t dwell on why. After all, being still He learns not to dwell…but that… [Read more…]
December 3, 2011
Still one of my favorite things I’ve written in the last 12 months. It is All here. I turn my back. The Wind whispers poetry and passionate promises through Her riggings. She needs Him. Her love and passions are unconditional. Unquenchable.I look toward the sea and the Grace moored. Flags buffeted by the salt air… [Read more…]
March 13, 2011
Still one of my favorite things I’ve written in the last 12 months. It is All here. I turn my back. The Wind whispers poetry and passionate promises through Her riggings. She needs Him. Her love and passions are unconditional. Unquenchable.I look toward the sea and the Grace moored. Flags buffeted by the salt air… [Read more…]
February 8, 2010
Stripped of my clothes, I stand naked on the foredeck surrounded by one hundred fifty-seven bloodthirsty lobsters. Time stops. In one hand, I brandish a stick of butter, on the other, I wear a golden oven-mitt held aloft. I peer into the hungry ocean and watch the gashing of its white-capped teeth. The green tongue… [Read more…]
March 10, 2012
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