by lori | May 19, 2014 | Here and now, Nature, Pirates, Poetry
Salt thick drips beneath the pier dark wet hangs in air humid with seaweed exhausted and driftwood damp parts, body, of crabs eaten recently left by birds pirate who gorge themselves crabbing out of season without license barnacles shake themselves from nose to tail... by lori | Apr 21, 2014 | Pirates, Poetry, Silly, Writing
I accept responsibility for floating adrift at sea everything else I ascribe to luck Life’s not controlled by me. I fell in love with Mystery first who often visits here to experience her argument for wonder over fear. I fell in love with Magic next brought...