Poet. Writer. Photographer.
You are not broken. We all have our chips,scabs and scars,stories hidden, no such thing as perfect,itself a myth; you are perfectas is, each soul a treasure, measured not by appearanceor the illusion of wholenessfor we are equally completewhen love washes over us for no shell is enclosed,though we shrink within, open and in rotation,vulnerable … Continue reading See Past Shells
Everything happens for a reason? No, I don’t think so. I hope not. I am not a believer in fate to that extreme. It’s too controlling. If it were truth, I’d personally journey to dethrone those meddling Moirai and take back my life. I’d do it for others too.Now destiny to me is a whole … Continue reading Monday to Monday
I wear the gold of the beauty-brushed coastas dawn coats us both with the light of hope;I feel it bleeding into my soul. A new day is birthed into the waves,a new year on a calendar man-made;timelessness prevails in the ocean's refrain.The gold is neither molten nor cold;it warms to life the dreams put on … Continue reading I Wear the Gold
When our fingers brushbefore the full entwining of hands,in that lightest touch,I feel the warm sand after drifting since birthin the ocean of life,sometimes afloat beneath the moon,mostly pulled by riptide. When my flesh feels yours,every lighthouse at once finds me;the beacons of light bring home the onedestined to love you eternally. Your hand holding … Continue reading When Our Fingers Brush
Lone fisherman at the sea I watch as the sun begins to bleed into the horizon and the golden makes a moment of the scene that in turn seeps into me and coats in a honey so sweet each of my memories and dreams. The fisherman fades in footsteps away into the sunrise of a … Continue reading Lone Fisherman
Storm whisperer usually,with arms outstretched,welcoming the powerand harnessing it within, sometimes the tempestturns on meand brings to the surfacethings long buried and distorts my abilitywith the stinging rainto see clearlythrough such blinding pain; it is then that I tend tocollapse in the mirage of the puddle,sinking fathoms deepinto the dark aqua-underworld, forgetting how to breathe,forgetting … Continue reading Puddle Abyss
It has been way too long since I've gone to the ocean. And it's across the street! Shame on me! That was my thought (again) yesterday after work, after another week that emotionally and mentally and therefore physically drained me to the max. This morning, the call was way too strong to ignore. My soul … Continue reading Sunrise Chasing
Your aquasoul-ripplesbring such good vibesacross the wavesthat reach my shoreand stir the salt-waterthat courses throughmy own veins.I need no bottleto send you my message;I whisper it to the sea turtle instead.So happy to knowyou are well, my friend. Keep the cephalopod inkwell filledand in ebb-and-flow motion, your pen.
Sunflowers in the sand baffle my preconceived notions, such a traditional earthy flower sprouting alongside the ocean. It draws me in, such an unexpected sight, yellow-bursting heads, mini-suns against the muted, so bold and bright. So many thoughts beyond the beauty begin to orbit in my mind. I am reminded of childhood, … Continue reading Sunflowers in the Sand
Heaven on earth, heaven reaching us, is what I sometimes observe, stumble across. Those few steps toward the ocean when white sand meets white clouds, muted colors have never seemed so spiritually loud. Am I witnessing a miracle, a glimpse of what’s beyond as time stands still while my spirit lifts … Continue reading Heaven on Earth
