The Sea

She was a fickle mistress, hair spraying everywhere. Cold hands and hard eyes. She stared at me through the lens of foam and fuss. Pillars, all done up with ancient ideas and ‘stuck to’ ideas of how the world works and where we are all in part of it. She is powerful, dropping me to more »


Christmas in Pismo

a snowy broken town, beat up ‘out all the cold dropped and kicked by the pacific cod drip faced at harrys ’til 3, flying high summer kites and windy springs damp mornings christmas fog elevating sounds carrying on with seagulls slowly cresting sunrise palm trees colored up and juiced ‘till dawn wrapped up like christmas more »


Stormy

Stormy, your eyes Staring out into the distance Only accepting what is acceptable Like a gate into your heart They prance the gardens of this earth Smelling flowers and carousing supermarkets Stormy, your eyes Sideways Looking at me across the pillow Telling me of your deeds and your adventures Always gentle, always free Like a more »