Texaco Afternoons in this place are quite different. A yellow sun blazes down on the sentinel tree. At its roots iguanas nibble on green grass and laze on rocks. On the water below high school girls paddle close to the shore in bright orange kayaks. Their shrill laughter rushes up on the wind and float […]
25.04.2018 6:25
Texaco I sit on the ledge listening to the waves below slap and swirl at the lip of the cliff. A pelican glides low across the water, the tip of its wings lightly brushing the swell. To the west a small white sailboat slowly makes its way to the edge of the world where a […]
23.03.2018 6:59
Texaco musings She is a hard shell of feelings forgotten, a thin sheath of dreams gone cold. The sun rises on the steel box where she sits, warms metal casts gold through the glass pane and a rainbow on the horizon. Lukewarm dreams now, and a promise of fairy dust under blue skies. Warm metal […]