Busy thoughts tumbling Tastebuds blind to the coffee sluice Staring into the Abyss Mind taking notes All of this insanity Head bound intensity Sliced through By the sound of birdsong Warbling away Two magpies in the shade A sprinkler Is it dramatic to say They saved me From another gone by day Awareness and Grace […]

The Mother

The ocean is a fluctuating Undulating mass Throwing humans about like toys We run to her Like she is our mother Salt stained skin Sandy crevices Seaweed tangles in my hair And I wonder How do I live without this All year? Cracking surf conditions…