Jan 31, 2020 | Poems from the Hoot
Put the board on top. Hit the tar. Ten minutes later, get out of the car. It’s a sunny day. It is what a surfer craves. I’m at peace with myself, I’m at peace with the waves. I paddle out to the sea. It’s a beautiful day for the board peace and me. —...
May 30, 2019 | Poems from the Hoot
Mother Mary, Jesus and Joseph! I thought it was a mower– thought I was hearing the common sound of cutting grass. It is the hottest, most humid day here– just a few days after the Fourth of July and my attention is thrown to the front of our...
