Nutty coffee. Blue water gulf.Salty cool breeze. Sun-warmed skin.Squinty-eyed bright.Rolling waves crash.Up and down in my ears. Up and down.Aqua-tan sandbars submerged.Beachcombers on a fifty-five degree day.Most in sweatshirts. The adventurousin swimming trunks, shirtless.Thermal jeans on my legs soakingsolar rays. I feel peace today.I feel joy right now.This moment in time, an island all to … More Prose by the Gulf
Like stars on a treeyour mind sparkleswith dots of brillianceThough darkness and voidfar outweigh the specksof dazzlementBut noticeglobes and candyand toys and tinselornament the voidThe void is material,not emptyMatter exists,not hopelessWhere there is matterthere is something,not nothingWhere there is something,even in emptythere is hopeSee through the darknessStare into itWhat do you see?A reflectionYour face is … More Starry-eyed Dreamers
My life is fleeting before me, but I pause this morning to capture the beauty and grace before my very eyes, frame by frame, but not mechanical like a movie projector. Flowing. I watch my 13 year-old daughter wrap the black ribbons around her ankles. Her feet positioned just so as she ties each knot, … More Missing the Pointe
Brock Stephen Henning 