Still

By the seasideAlong with the books you gift me. With thoughts that catch on fireThe way they burn to beautiful. Like the white ashAt the tip of a flame. The sound of your voice It's never too much. Our conversations cherished Like leaves pressed Between book pages kept. And your poetry That slips into the veinsOf leaves. I love that And I am grateful for you Still. Continue reading Still

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Pendine Sands

It was J’s birthday as we awoke for the day. We were in Laugharne. There we listened from the harbour and the nearby sea. We found an abandoned beach. It appeared to be near an old military training base, but it was not occupied. Maybe it was not in use or perhaps it was Sunday.  How could such a beautiful place be so empty?  The places that we go are amazing and the names of places we travel to have a certain dignity. The same way abstract words such as glory, honor and hallow are named along these villages to … Continue reading Pendine Sands

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