The waves and their transient shape,
I often roamed the beach in my helter skelter youth.I’d gaze with imperfect clarityat its vastness but never see beyond the…
The first thing Jay noticed was the bitter cold sand pressed against his bare feet. The sky was still dark and the full moon…
I.A woman and a manglance at each otherwhen a car honks like a church organ.
Adrift, this raft — alone I row;