December 1, 2018

I’m seen less often in these modern times

Of email, Facebook, Snapchat, Instagram.

I used to fly down to this world in dreams;

Perhaps you’d just dismiss me now as spam.

But I still bring the most glorious of news

And speak of great hope and joy to come.

I stand behind you i...

June 1, 2018

Sunday morning and the tractor hauls
The lifeboat up the sand against the tide,
To the left dog and husband search for shells
While boys of all genders can be descried
Watching its slow progress to home again
A mechanical toy from a simpler age
Subsumed by beach, shimm...

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