The seasons are changing here in my hometown of Huntington Beach.
Fur, fins or feathers… I’ve lived with, and loved them all.
As I walked the few blocks up Newland St. towards the animal shelter, I found myself once more feeling extremely lucky.
I am sick to death of acronyms, ugh, really? Have we all been reduced to four-letter words?
Close your eyes you said
And I did
The water slides to the horizon
Solid as a slate blue tile
Ending harshly at the razor sharp division
Between ocean and sky
Somewhere a door closed
And a heart broke open
This time of year is always a celebration of family and gift-giving. Celebrating the birth of a baby.
The ocean wore her silver lame dressing gown
Dancing under the lascivious moon
Tidal, carnal, moaning, crashing