brush and weeds burn, transformed into heat and glowing coals. i sip a coke and poke at ... CONTINUED
Twilight on Flagler Beach
Breakers crash relentlessly against the old pier's weathered pilings. Behind me a line of ... CONTINUED
so achingly close
the argument before brush ever stroked canvas. words spoken in haste welling up from ... CONTINUED
a soul laid bare
late august sunshine pierced parted curtains and transformed into splashes of chalk, pale ... CONTINUED
Mother Night
The angry sea rages. Beneath a moonless sky blasts of chill air whip whitecaps ... CONTINUED
Down by the Pier
Most tourists left weeks ago and snowbirds have yet to arrive. Seagulls don't care and cluster ... CONTINUED
Midnight in Madeira Beach
An evening breeze rustles linen curtains and stains me with waves of jasmine. Unable to ... CONTINUED