It’s what you might expect at a rough and tumble spot not a beach but a graveled slope where dead-end meets Pacific Surfers dodge driftwood big chunks here so of course that’s what it’s made of this cross held together with sea twine and brown…

The final song at your funeral was, “How Can I Keep From Singing?” And I choked on my own tears and could not give those words flight to meet you. “You should sing at the top of your lungs at least once a day,” you…

Do you remember, Wayne? (an epistolary from long ago) Ann WJ White When your kiss lightly touched my lips, you fled the room back to your world? You left me standing, holding my breath. Suddenly, I was aware you were gone for good, before you…

Dear little brother- Has your mind found quiet there beyond? Has your broken body released? Has your sideways smile come and gone? Has the anger ceased? We look to the water and mountains and sky. We drink Diet Coke, eat hot dogs and club sandwiches…

Recipe For a Perfect Summer Moment   Warm Sun Arnold Palmer Tide & Downy Breeze Wrought Iron Chair Peace & Calm Take all parts and mix equally. All senses will be activated if the breeze along with peace and calm are interspersed intermittently. Then to…

I stretch in my chair. Sunrises over Maui. Daylight takes the night.   Green replaces dark. Blue lives where black ruled the sky. Mynahs and dove wake.   Masked, untouchable, morning walkers find their pace, unfamiliarly.   Everything’s the same, and then nothing is the…

Dearest ma I miss you with all of my heart In 2013 cancer tore us apart You were given to me to teach me the way To love, to care, to be kind and to pray. You were tiny in build and feisty in grit…

Dear Harry, From the old stories from Hogy Vogy Country to the streets of Philadelphia Philly what a city! Liberty Bell City Hall architecturally eye-catching Philly cheesesteak is everywhere. Enough about cities. Since you came here, living on the east coast as well is that…

Sex, war, profit, more sex, court intrigue, more profit, merriment, mirth and, yes, the sickly towne Sad, sickly time ill news, sad stories poor sicke people with plasters the dead Never been lived so merrily or got so much Let us dance and be joyful…

Simple days Simple breaths Simple moments Simple smiles Simple thoughts Simple dances Simple waves Simple souls Simple hearts Simple touches Simple glances Simple hands Simple beats Simple laughs Simple minds Simple love Simple calls Simple toes Simple cries Simple words Simple pain There’s no such…