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Sea greens and mosses, Beach whites and blues, Washed up rope, frayed, Driftwood bleaching, Like art creating itself. Ocean lapping, waving, Gul..

Stone rabbit sits in flickering light, And shade. His eyes see into infinity. A palm frond touches his ear. My world is one of phantoms and drea..

Sad Senryu

How can we shut his madness down, Unnatural monster, This sad, tragic clown. We pray, we suffer, on the brink, The line he is crossing, I shudde..

Drop the needle on the record, Slowly. Hear the spirits rise. Raspy, smokey singers voices Materialize from midnight vinyl, And turn their velvet..

Watching shadow reflections Of two hawks, hovering, Hearing the electric ‘shhushhh’ of leaves Warning storm, I see scurrying slither..

A tribute to Margie, my dear friend on-site, a woman of strength.

Um- hmm!....

For the New Year...

A Christmas reflection on Mary’s humanity...