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Sunday Afternoon

Enjoying a sunny day in our backyard.

Cotton candy clouds Above a sea of blue umbrellas Ripples dance across the water Specks of sand shine in the sun Fish fall prey to loons and gulls But outsmart the fishing rods Couples walk, and children play While music fills the humid air Afternoon bree...

Can’t rain forever (part 07)

Julie puts her revenge in motion, and helps who deserves it

“They don’t know, but yes, I have it. They wanted me to convince you to sign it straight away, confiding in your eagerness to get your hands on a lot of money. They were so bent to that family that they automatically believed any lie they were told, so th...


Juno Beach - Now and Then

Courseulles-sur-Mer, Normandy. August 2018

  I sit on the beach, absently raking fingertips through the warm sand while listening to the cheerful clamour all around. My fellow holidaymakers laugh, squeal, shout to one another, their shrill cries mingling with the raucous shrieks of the gulls wheel...

You know I don't believe in fateBut somehow it must be the truth For how can this go unexplainedThe way I found my life in you. Adrift without a path to trodThe mists of drifting raindrops fellAnd dampened all my dreams of joyIt was an aimless way to live...


celebrating the equinox

Today when fall and summer meet each other like old friends on the streetbefore they pass and go their way,and our turning world brings chilly mornings,warm afternoons and darkness comes when it’s time to eat, and leaves, still green, will soon be gold an...

Better...Because of You

May everyone have someone who is an inspiration, be that person for someone else, or both.

Because of you, in so many ways —  I am stronger...I am better.No longer am I weak and tethered;  Your acquaintance released my fetter.~ Your quick wit makes me laugh; ...I am happier. Your unfailing support bolsters me; ...I am more confident. Your gentl...

From Sisyphus: The River

Sisyphus speaking to the stars about his plight

Our river was a miracle,(which one is not).It came to us because of thirst.It came because our land was crackedand brown and barren as the desert.It came because we needed her,that’s our belief,foolish as it sounds.I told my friends the taleabout the Rive...

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Oh, I don’t know just where to begin — “Where it feels right,” you’d likely advise. I smile; though merely a thought from within, It is your voice, familiar and wise. I have learned so much from you, my friend, Some of it serious, some of it silly. You’ve...