What if the ocean ran silent,no lapping waves slappingagainst encrusted logs,no humpback songechoing deep downbeyond the sunightin a place we have only seenon National Geographic? What if the skies were emptyno wheeling gullsscreaming at their neighbours,no cheeky crowstormenting my dogas she tries to pee in silencebefore her morning cookiesand snuggles?
Poetry
I have been writing poetry since the 2nd grade. Why stop now?
Poetry
Drifting
In the chill of people,cacaphony of murmursstacked like cordwoodon my mind cravingescape from a worldplastic like the smellof rotten applessquished by a transporton a hot August afternoon,to find a place deep and far beyondthe everydayness of nothing specialthat fills the time from first cryuntil the verdant carpetis pulled over your
Poetry
Gulls
I once spent a weeksitting on a log in the sunnotebook in handand watched the gullswheeling overheadin a danse macabreinfused with the chaosof noise and oolichansor strutting on the logsin their finest livery. My Father chuckledwatching me in earnestrecording families of gullsat play, or hunting dinnerGlaucous in their dove greyand
Poetry
Stardust
A billion years ago or morean atom burstfrom the big bangtravelling centuries,eons and milleniapast super nova’s,gaseous clusters,milky waystoo numerous to countthen dippedbelow the cloudsto wait and watchwhile dinosaursgave way to ice and snowand mammals,swimming,walking,flying,living,until the perfect momentit landed in a mother’s wombto become the stardustin your smile. I am glad
Poetry
Fire and Rain
Childhood ended in fire and rainlong endless Summerslazing between logsand salty raftlaughing with friendsas we racedpell melltowards teenagerhoodwithout a careand many hopesliving momentsthat stretched foreverinto years awayfrom the sandand the saltand the wheeling gulls,fifty years latermy eyes leak in fire and rainthinking backand smilingdeep in my heartat the memoriesheld close
Poetry
Caught Up in The Beauty
Each breathtaking momentoxytocin rich vibrationscoursing through my veinseyes closed in the embraceof a beauty deep withinrolling over me warmand then it is goneleaving a lingering sweetnesshead to toe,music can do thisthe pipes of Wuauquikuna,Tori Amos,the departed goddess Sineadnow singing harmonywith Delores amongst the stars,and simplicity itself,a small red nosethat peeks