This is the loveliest beach I've ever seen The sands are soft & white; slightly freckled Fallen blue crystal skies grasp umbrellas below As soft warm winds with a sweet scent of salt dance I’m watching cigar brown piers chat with docked boats While Alewife run through her gargling ripples
summer
School’s Out
Pedro’s snoring in bed, as office lights soar across the Brooklyn sky. His high school pictures flooding a shaky wooden desk and stickered chair as images of soccer games, prom & senior trip all lay flat in a crimson album. The leather book is almost full, so only a few teen memory squares are left. Oscar … Continue reading School’s Out
The Eclogues 