Sitting Upon My Sleeve

Last week, Corinne, my wife, and I were walking on the beach.  There was little chatter,  both introverts, we are more than comfortable in our silence. The day was gorgeous.  The sun was bright, the sky was blue, and speckled with creamy puffs of whip-cream, creatively changing shapes above our heads.   The water’s ebb and…

Silently…it dies…

  A loophole…peace…hope to gain… A place to hide…to escape the pain? Yes, this has happened…and that has too… Regret…of all these things I do. Where is this place…of which I search? Standing…bleeding…covered in dirt, My face ashamed…I am a disgrace. I guess this loophole…an imagined place….? I look…your eyes…and find it not there… Just…