it blows my mind sometimes the vastness of a soul and how much it contains a universe in a fragile shell like an egg carrying life... so easily destroyed   I've consigned mine to nature a connection deeper than I can express the one space in which I...

  I was standingon the eighth hole,a 99-yard par three,thinking about the shot.Nine iron in my hand.The sweltering July heat.Staring into the sunat the green.That big oak treeon the right side.Thinking abouthow many timesI had found it.Avoid the trouble right,I...

The horizon was higgledy-piggledy,The sky a comforting blue,The sun on the ocean just sparkledWith a stunning metallic hue.The waves that crashed onto the foreshoreHissed with a wild, restless force,Yet still I walked on through the soft sand,For you were...