Summer holidays–over the shoulder
Sun rolling over boats in the bay, the lake like glass under a lone rower, the scull, a thin watery wedge. Breach of rainbow trout, screech of an osprey, wind o...
Sun rolling over boats in the bay, the lake like glass under a lone rower, the scull, a thin watery wedge. Breach of rainbow trout, screech of an osprey, wind o...
There Are No Small Moments, my first chapbook, has just been published by THE RASP AND THE WINE. You can order it here by following this link. Or if you wish, d...
Finally, there is no moral tide, that rises on either side. Blood is blood and what is blood in war, but an end to all means to an end. Shed enough of it, and t...
Yesterday, on the eve of our 28th anniversary,we drove to Lac Ste Anneto watch the wind throw up waves,and were reminded of the many ocean walkswe’ve take...