> Beach Bowling Is it possible to be under whelmed? I formed a ball of wet sand and gently rolled it onto the beach line. It unraveled as it spun down the line. It peeled off grains until it vanished. The graceful release caught the attention of friends and brought…

>  The breeze takes pause and the leaves lay in their ordained queue. No rustle, no bowing, no creaking. Just still with the crystal sea above them. Stars spaced out in deep ocean blue. The moon cracks a smile of iridescence and I smile at the wonder of it all.…

> Psalm 40 i waited for God not long enough i didn’t know I was stuck in the mud it was dirty mud i’ve been pumping my feet busy keeping busy flat out deciding not to wait but there I was not moving in all my agenda i stand in…

> I Blog therefore I am. I think. I find myself wondering what the heck I am doing glued to this screen now that I have found a writing community. You might be thinking “Not again.” I have loads of pieces and words lined up. Copy and paste. Self doubt…

> Half This I raise, my half empty glass. You raise your half full one. So they are…half. I tried changing glasses. Half empty consistently. “So, show me how you hold it.” “Here, take it, wrap your whole hand around it. Wrap your whole heart around it. Now, raise it…

> Take off and don’t look down on yourself reinvent your wheel as the spokes so fast they idle and slowly reverse dust lifts and is blown where you used to be it lays asleep in your field of dreams Keep them turning deny the illusion and roll on the…

> Fifty five…no I read so muchNo time to writeI wish I may I wish I might My heart is fullOf not my ownI threw a seedThat was not sown So now I thinkA thought afarIt slipped my gripA shooting star I’m glogged with blogsWith words so fineBut whose are…