Mother Night
The angry sea rages. Beneath a moonless sky blasts of chill air whip whitecaps...
from a train, anonymously
from the train it’s all backyards of ramshackle houses edged in rusted chain-link fencing...
Down by the Pier
Most tourists left weeks ago and snowbirds have yet to arrive. Seagulls don’t care...
Midnight in Madeira Beach
An evening breeze rustles linen curtains and stains me with waves of jasmine. Unable...
Wandered Off
An abandoned beach reached by a gravel path across a low hill littered with...
just an impression
an early morning fog obscures distant docks. beating against the tide sailors row out...
late december
my driveway is half-shoveled. above me stars peek through gaps in the clouds. it’s...
seagulls
each step along the boardwalk sends a flurry of seagulls skyward. to my right...