Love on the Rocks

Stone cold dusk, Witness to a boat barging on rocks, The twilight soothing into The night. Storms brew, impaling The mast, hull dripping of froth, Dances its way towards the Herculean rocks, while A lone lighthouse, loans light To the break-prone body. The night sweeps life While the hull shatters against the fortress of rock,…

The Shirt

I only had two shirts before I met my wife and now I have nearly 40. One each for a year on this Turquoise world. I don’t iron my shirt, I let creases make a statement, Like I’m not one for pleasing others. I’m just as rugged as the mountain side Round, around the edges,…