“the fisherman”, a back story
I was alone on a beach, early morning, north of Santa Barbara. After...
The “Green Flash”, a back story
Years ago in San Diego, I was sitting on the patio of a legendary...
the Cormorant
she came to rest erect, perhaps to sleep. worn and weathered and now alone,...
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warrior’s skin, hair grey and black beneath his palm straw hat, he walks along the railroad tracks,...
Luminous moon How you settle your watchful eye upon our earthly mantle Where a strident tune...
Song of the forest; down by the tripping creek, Wind whistles through, toads trying to speak....
Walking through the meadow The daisies reaching up The beauty and the magic Of the...
Coffee in the garden with the first breath Of morning I can tell it will be a glorious day
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We set out on a secluded hiker's trail
About an hour from...
The lonely beetle crawled up the tree, So much water; just trying to be free! That's when the...
slithering through underwater tundras weaving in and out of crevices and rocks swaying with...
In all her modesty spotted orchid muscles herself in.
This meadow has become ...
The world lays in tatters, Torn by its own beauty, Flooded, Burnt, Shredded,...
Hold your hand up high; and stop the wind! Lay your body down; cause the river to bend. ...
I found this piece quite relaxing and beautiful, I sang and recorded this in my backyard. I would love love...
The night time It’s beauteous and appalling The stars all tell their own story ...
Dance shadow dance upon the mirror of the silver river Sing shadow sing a goodnight lullaby of...
