The Golden Light sends rainbows through my room, kissing me goodnight as it slowly lowers itself into the cool, blue waters of the wild Pacific. Pulling its earth blanket tenderly

When I was a boy The rolling hills of my soul Were wide open. For tromping about Wild and free, Unafraid of mistakes. Tripping and falling. Making cartwheels out of

One night I left my body I open my mouth, no sound An aura of wondernment, Of curiosity escape My thoughts. From far desolate Corners of my soul. I remember

Memoir: I found a stool in the center of the bar and ordered a club soda. The woman at the end of the bar heard my order turned in my

Emerging from the sea, a mermaid gazes from the silken water. She dives, then rises again to bring a message from the depths, of the stillness within, the secret quiet

Countless days I have stood on sacred ground Watching the rhythm of a low tide bay My feet are firmly grounded in the sand I can feel the softness beneath

blue, azul…yes you tinting the sky; shading night rinsing off my gloom (named after you, what a slight!) with waves of sea spray thank you for your hues that color

Fiction: You can think of each town along this stretch of the 101 as a different woman. Gearhart in pearls, Seaside flashing her cleavage. Cannon Beach all cutesy-cute but fake,

Find Joy Within your palm Our hands joined Next to the blue waterfall Of happiness It’s a kindness That stays put That won’t shut up Cuz its sweet droll Drags

I let the Oceanic Power wash me clean, sweeping away all that is heavy, sorrow, pain, grief, fear, limitation, her wildness stirring me, as I am tumbled in her roiling