A Dose of Castor Oil”

A Dose of Castor Oil A dose of castor oil was once the trick our fathers often said we must imbibe. Then gagging does embrace the mucous thick as down it goes so foulness may not thrive. A stuttering, red evil here is strewn as AR Fifteens shatter all the love. We need an antidote…

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The Birth of a Hurricane

  “The Birth of a Hurricane” It’s steamy in the southern Keys tonight. Her air is thick. She tastes of salty fog. A quiet’s fallen with no birds in sight. Her ocean swells; she’s pregnant with resolve. Her palms now twist and spin and wave their skirt and fall too quick from fluttered warmth beneath.…

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The Hankering

“The Hankering” Then suddenly September rain comes down. The green peas whisper to the thirsty corn: “New seasons yearn before your silk turns brown. Some nameless hand will bend you one dark morn!” From Miller’s Pub, our hero drains his beer. His dream: to leave this red-clay country life. But not before the dinner bell…

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A Thinking of You Haiku…

Mulling it over, Mother wishes you many More-to-come  birthdays… (for Carol, August 28, 2016)

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“Adrift, Upon the Lee”

“Adrift, Upon the Lee” My soul’s adrift; her spirit lost to wind. I’m tossed and vainly seek a safer lee. I pull the anchor chain and with it send my heart a-flutter, full-blown, out to sea. My boat has ample weight yet she is trim. She dreams of color and a high romance with sun…

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The Surfer

Oh, Jon:  he owns that blue green tunnel’s sway before bold nature casts him from the sea. He’s god and for a moment has his way. What man resists such magic brevity? The moment flows and swift the water flies. Around such power one might turn away but surfers are committed as they ride momentum’s…

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“He’s Back”

“He’s Back” The rustle of cold colors whirl and shout and in their dance, a warning to revere. A halo’s on the mountain tops about and breezy waves of solemn shades appear. Soft yellows made among gray clouds, aloft and whisper to the shiv`ring wintry scene: “I am the cold, blue howl that bellows oft and…

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“On Ormond Beach”

“On Ormond Beach” Upon this beach, the people saunter by. Idyllic children splash at water’s edge. The breaking wave blows sea-foam in my eyes. My swim fins slide adeptly from this ledge. And, lo! my body, buoyed by the salt forgets. My being’s slipped its bony cage. I’m floating, spiny blob, homunculus, as once I…

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