Thirteen Shapes – Part 1

On early mornings we would pack the car My three brothers and I anxious for the shore Red plastic sand buckets, carefully packed lunches The shore fenced by sweltering pavement My Mother would unpack as we ran for the waves The cold water burned the heat from my hooves And my flesh would retreat from its...

Right Where It Belongs

I’m trying to spend more time updating the blog, but it’s been a challenge.  I have every excuse in the book for neglecting it.  I added a new theme that I like a lot better and am trying to dedicate some more time to write here.  The toughest thing about writing a regularly updated blog is...