Category Archives: Beach
Haiku: Days of Sand
Sand under my wheels–Ain’t no words for how it feels–Just one of those deals. (Photo: Narble Furt)
Amble du Jour
The dog catches my eyeand whines his question:“Now, Boss, now?”An idea: the smell of saltopens my mind.I laugh and nod.He stands with a clatterof claws on hardwood,tail high and boisterous, ashe prances around the couch.His eager head presses throughthe red … Continue reading
Haiku: Wind, Rain, Faith
The wind hurls itself across my roof in big waves as I hold my breath. The skylights receive a violent drum solo; I receive the awe. The house bravely waits for the next real world onslaught; my faith is a … Continue reading
True Gravity
I hope everyone reading this is having (or had) a special wonderful day. Gratitude is a driving power in the Universe. We all should exercise it more often. Every. Single. Day. This is from Michael Murphy, author of Golf in … Continue reading
White Ravens…And More Stories
Coming October 31, 2018 to your favorite book source from Word Hermit Press: (Cover design: Vinnie Kinsella Book Publishing Services) This is a collection of tales set in the modern American West with characters who somehow dispel the rugged individualist … Continue reading
Visceral Musing
Here Poemy, here girl, here boy, hweet, hwheet, wheet… c’mon—atta girl, atta boy, c’mon. Bronkbuster’s muse is a dominatrix— demanding, abusive, beautiful, alluring, cruel, and dripping wet—smelling of sea and sagebrush. Mine is on cat’s feet, shifting shapes and sometimes … Continue reading
Haiku: Rain, Rain
Rain, rain, come and stay; all the green loves every day. Rain, rain, time to play. (iStock)
Haiku–The Nose Knows
In what we call stink a wealth of information finds your active brain. (photo: *Toulouse as a youngster–jrs; *model for Bucket in Ochoco Reach)
Strawberry or Honey?
Strawberry moon looked more like honey, so I’ll go with that today. (top: al.com; bottom: wsj.com)
Crucified Monks
Shrouded umbrellas, like crucified monks, stoic, regarding warm surf breaking against steep sand. Beyond the waves, pulsing party boats sell revelry and forgetfulness to young people focused on pelvic beats and right now. The monks do not shrug. They await … Continue reading