Swoops of seagulls loop and lurk.  They hover as seeds slip. They smack my skull and sink their claws into my shoulders. They sting. They squawk.…

How can I stay calm with all this stuff going on? The timeline is clear. The deadlines are near, yet I must rest and breathe.…

Buses, trucks, and cars zoom.  They miss the view.  The Water abode loves a duck.  Does it belong near a busy street? Do folks see…

My thoughts are scattered like streaks of lightning. Nothing flows naturally. Will I reach my goals without confusion? I am more than desires and dreams.…

When I was little, I would visit this beach with my parents. Nothing was exciting about it: no boardwalk, no shops, no amusements, no games.…

You are not just some dot on a scatterplot. You rise above the others. I admire you. I cannot touch you, yet I bask in…