A Walk on the Beach

It was not a day made for walking. Correction: not a day for walking quickly. A strong wind came inshore from the east, unrelenting, a hindrance to progress and a soundtrack that only occasionally gave way to the cries of gulls. Nonetheless, head down, I walked upon this bleak terrain. Light brown fringed with lacy… Read More A Walk on the Beach

Internal Sea

Love is tidal, an internal sea that knows tempests and serenity See us in our sailor uniforms, far from port and drunk on wine, unaware of the gathering storms Tottering on the shifting deck, we were never sailors, never learnt to swim, survivors clinging each to each, fearful  to leave our beach-bound wreck