Lions on the beach

Reeling into the wind, staggering along the beachlike ancient mariners tossed onto a distant shore,our progress erratic as storm tossed debris.As dark squalls spin across the horizonheads withdraw, sheltering in gore-tex carapaces.Eyes narrowed by reflected diamond lightsalt stinging tears funnell down furrowed cheeks.Cries of wonder are carried beyond the wind,Lions on the beach!Maroon manes tangled

Time Travelling

Moving through the nightRunning from the grand ennui(Cole Porter 1934, Michael Nesmith 1971) The himalaya of ironing is behind closed doors, the spice jars are vibrating and chuntering with neglect, the soup pan is slumbering and the computer is consigned to the darkness for daring to suggest that I have writers’ block. Another wet and