Snow fence is gone A brilliant blue sky That hurts the eyes Bottle green waves crash the shore Hot sand dash in loose flip flops…
Snow fence is gone A brilliant blue sky That hurts the eyes Bottle green waves crash the shore Hot sand dash in loose flip flops…
Summer day, hot and bright A promise of the shore Cerulean sky painted above Foam flecked waves on the horizon Plaintive cries of soaring gulls…
Like many children of the fifties, I grew up in the household of “waste not, want not.” This particularly applied to food. We were reminded…
Drowsy sounds. The sterile smell of an institution A blurred face moving toward me, a nurse Muffled voices over me “Stroke, poor old man.” A…
Recently, I had the pleasure of attending one of Brian Henry’s creative writing seminars. Brian is a professional editor from the Toronto area who shares…
I am quite a fan of period pieces. This interest extends to cars, fashions, furniture, cinema or written works of bygone days. Although I didn’t…