The sun alights the horizon as waves crash onto shore, throwing their wet blanket onto the sand, and then pulling it away again. Each time the water recedes, a small bottle is revealed, tossed and jostled in the chaos until it finally is left behind…

Untitled My favorite time to go to the ocean is December. No tourists clogging up the streets, RVs parked in the accessible parking spots. There is finally enough room to lay out a blanket for me and my thoughts. Spend the day under a grey…

Tick Tock clock dead No-one checks what the kids watch on TV when on their  own Ring Ring Phone Broken Doesn’t take any time to stare out into space so you can do it as much as you like you will never be late  …

Season Of The Stupid 1/2 marathon poem #7 Did they fall from the skies Or grow from the ground Seeded in ignorance Is where they are found Did they fall from the trees And dig in their roots Nourished in bullshit With bitter fruits Harvested…

From space they look like pollen, (the umbrellas blooming on the beach) row after row by the shoreline, like a pollen garden planned and plotted on a grid (this section for yellow blooms, this one for the blue) with precision, obsession, waiting for the wind…

The name given to four Coves in Jamaica Nestled in the beautiful Island of sunshine On the south coast with a people so different The land Scape is so distinct The closer you come the more flat plains You see with fields of low scrub…

Its so great to see the beautiful Beaches Lay in the sun Feel the gentle breeze blowing Enjoy the sand and sea Just to know we have it all Is a wonderful blessing to me.