The summer ocean’s inward tide can surge and wet and cool just-dry feet standing firm on just-hot sand. The outward tide can warm and sink feet into soft sand, suck off flip-flops and toe-rings.

Drawn to the waves they come, …

There, once, was a voyager’s daughter, Who’d spent her young life on the water. When asked if she’d marry, The concept she’d parry, With rules that her mother had taught her.

Seas green and blue and grey as lead, Seas South and Yellow and Black …

He walks quietly through the forest, wiping the rain from his eyes. The first rains are always a welcome reprieve from the stifling heat. He has walked this path so many times that he can almost do it blindfolded. In …

The gulls strut like hard men.

“Yeah?….who you looking at?”

The idle, self-satisfied flotsam and jetsam of life wander along the promenade and round the harbour wall. Spewed forth, fat and fed by immigrant hotel staff, they roll from tavern …

(Extracts from my new diary)

Day 1 Who does this character Satan think he is? Trying to make me look small in front of the others. I’ll show him! I’ll create the heavens and the earth.

Not so easy, …

“Please make it stop mommy.” Billy screamed. “I don’t like it.” He continued to sob.

“Don’t worry sweetheart.” I re-assured him. “We’ll be okay, I promise, then yelled.  “Keep your head down now Billy.” as a gush of water came …

The theme for our Monthly Poetry Challenge was simply to exhort the power of flowers and we had some very high quality entries.  Some were not close enough to topic to be serious contenders, but none the less were of …

As might be expected our Quarterly Challenge, Stop The Bus I Want To Get Off attracted some very imaginative and well crafted entries.  There wasn’t really a poor one amongst them, some were a little predictable, but all had some …

Tuesday I met you, and you planted my lips with roses

Wednesday I worked: you emailed starry cosmos

Ivy-like on Thursday I whorled about your trunk

Friday your kisses petalled my eyes

Saturday we pressed your duvet’s daisies

Jasmined massages …

It was a ramshackle house

With a rusted tin roof

Set ten feet from the road

In the corner of a bean field.

There before the road was,

And so was she.

She was a woman of color.

Wrinkled mahogany …