Master and Miss at the beach -fictionalising a diary entry

I’d deliberately left a little earlier today after yesterday’s calamity of the tide coming in right on top of us forcing us back against the sheer cliff face and eventually off the beach… We wound our way back through the tee-tree tunnel that we’d found yesterday but had somehow missed the turnoff to the ramp more

The 9th Wave:

  I thought of you again today my love, When I stood on the beach and watched the inverted pyramid of vertical column clouds heading straight out toward the horizon as far as the eye could see. And behind me, the sky was painted with twenty mermaids lying on their backs with their tails curled more

ღ♛⚜Mon Petite Chou⚜♛ღ

Listen while you read: I write this with a freshly sharpened lead, my love. I write hastily lest the moment be forgotten. I write now before my fingers seize up again. Tonight, not long ago, the wind thrashed my window and whistled around the corner of my house. All was completely calm and then suddenly

She Was My Home:

  Every rickety stair that almost crumbled beneath me, Every loose stone on the cobbled path that made me lose my footing, The spikes & pikes threatening to kill me if I made one wrong move, The disappearing columns I had to jump that shot straight down to hell, All of the wet black caverns more

It’s full moon ag’in

Please listen while you read She knows I’m watchin’ her, An’ what I’m thinkin’ ’bout; The goodbyes I had to say. An’ I hate how ev’rywhere I go, Ev’ryone I’m introduced to, Ev’ry book I read, Ev’ry sign I see, Ev’ry show I watch, Ev’ry C.D. I listen to, Ev’ry game I play, Ev’ry stranger’s more

Haiku (5,7,5) written November 2016

Would his love reach me? Cold, shy, distant, reserved, I longingly sing. I was a minor; No characterisation, And then I saw him. On the precipice, Of love, about to dive down, Search the lost & found. He entered my soul, Sat down, picked up the remote, Flicked through, never left. Divine Providence, Brought our more

The Magnolia Tree – a poem

It was under the Magnolia tree, He loved me, And our children played, All three, (and then four, five), And the puppies leapt high, Under the Magnolia tree. We’d sit and talk for hours, Under the Magnolia tree, Butterflies & dreams & wishes, And she’d listen, Our beautiful old tree. The seasons came & went, more

“Did you miss me?” she asked …

“I guess so,” I answered, without making eye contact, as nonchalantly as I could. “I did it to punish you,” she said casually. “I know,” I answered, flicking through the mail. “But every time I saw salt I would think of you and start to cry,” “Oh really?” She knows how much I love salt. more