Morning on Cobscook Bay

Chronicles of a Wandering Marshmellow, Poetry

Low tide renders towering conifers and the rocky shoreline

as an oil painting on the still water

Crabs scuttle over rust colored seaweed

that pops in the morning sun

Waning Moon

Poetry

Inspired by On Balmy Terrain

Sloshing through snow
dreaming of a nomadic way of life
following maps that pointed the way west
via the overland route

But my judgment became clouded by grief
and the smell of red roses
so I gave up fresh water swimming for palm thatched roofs
Soon I found myself alone in the middle of a footbridge

suspended above the ocean

Outlaws threatened to break my knee caps
Under a waning moon I fled north
down a dirt road for home

Reckless Words

Torn from the page

Bait & Switch

Torn from the page