The shoreline is a paper waiting for a story. Frequent coal blue skies compete with the gray of midday.  Oil cloth jackets provide temporary warmth.  Multiple nearby voices scale up the dunes, but the power of the waves refuse them any higher.  Birds scatter and then rejoin, swiftly passing overhead. The winds are held together … More HIGH DUNES


WHERE I STAND     Since childhood I’ve stood here, looking out as if waiting for something to appear.   We are shorelines. Pressed by waves of thoughts, touched by winds of words, yet we feel safe in the safety of an eventide flow.   We gather at sunset, remembering farewells while shading our eyes … More WHERE I STAND


Ocean waves dissolve on the shoreline. Diamond reflections spread covering rock and sand.   The waves are creative voices, a language transported, respecting time and mysteries untold.   Their voices are soft, welcoming and sincere. Often we listen but fail to hear the message, the answers the recipes of common sense.    


Fair winds, the pause of between, ruffle the edges of canvas awnings. The sound of coarse linen being formed into small waves, resemble incoming tides onto shorelines celebrating morning. The day tumbles within minutes, creating hours of hope with the sense something good will happen. The manicured thoughts we cultivate, wait patiently for the map … More DOORS


What is within a wave? That curled momentary mass of random strength rolling onto shorelines with ancient messages tucked within itself, splashing out languages from somewhere deep.   The moon speaks out the highs and lows. The land lifts barriers against the mass of impending force. Yet we find their shape drawing, pulling us into … More LIQUID LANGUAGES


There is a breath between seasons. A gasp of release, the unwrapping of air stretching over, reaching out to the beyond.   A passing absence fades into misty footsteps, where shadows meet, blending with voices in a breeze of change.   Forcibly, like tides and the passage of rivers we accept the silence of what … More THE TIDES


I have a song in my head of waves tumbling to the shore, a millennial artwork, building, rising and then breaking down, only to slide back and rebuild once more.   The crystal topped crests sparkle under a bright sun, swirling with bejeweled delight, while the moon paints them with silver.   It’s where I … More ALWAYS MORE


The waves whisper a name on ripples of froth rising over wet sand, reaching for a line, receding without despair into advancing waters, breaking into liquid diamonds swirling richly in an ocean soup, beaming under a yellow sun hanging in a blue sky as winds waft wave tops sideways like smoke rising from campfires and … More WITHOUT END


In the quiet of a place, the place where your thoughts surface, a voice of within rises from the silence.   It’s not the wind or waves that influence, but an inner suddenness of calm, a seed watered by the drive for direction; we listen with intent, capturing the moment.   There is a cleansing, … More CHANGE


A thousand winds with hands descended from purple blue skies bending heads of slumbered wheat into waves of yellow oceans.   The aroma of a distant heaven surrounds me, the vulnerable self, as the earth moves beneath me.   I am a speck of sand, a feather lifted every morning as I first breathe in … More YELLOW WAVES