THE TAKE OUT I paddle the kayaks back to the boathouse. First the sea yak with it’s great tracking Then the little yellow one for children And finally the two small blue ones Good for racing because they’re equally handicapped. Now the sailboat’s just a dingly, I lost the sail when i capsized. I swim […]
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Read more "TIM STALEY – SON OF A"After I See Your Post About Visiting L.A. I reach out– longing for connection. When surrounded by seagulls, I look for the first semblance of friend. Not that we have much to anchor anymore, conversationally. Dolzani’s English class. I didn’t read assigned books. Didn’t become The Old Man and The Sea. So many years to […]
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