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                                          Communion  I am the tuck of turquoise water. the slap of spray on ocean rocks. I am the boat, the effort of her engines, the voice of the captain pointing out the woman whipped against […]

THEN AND NOW Four years since fog and roses. So much to take in, as I set off on the road, barely making it to Carina, once the first stop. Sinking to a bench, still smiling, greeting old friends, arranging for provisions, the temporary relief from pain passing for contentment. Yearning pulls me up and […]

I dream of my return to that place: dusty roads, cliffs that for just a moment make you believe you can fly, and fog weaving between tall trees. In my dreams I sneak between weathered cottages and boathouses and pick my way through strands of retired lobster buoys until at last, the little harbor reveals […]