Solar Beach

you’re broken glass along the boardwalk

I’m crossing over to the refreshment stand

with bare feet with visions of ice cream on my tongue

a rude surprise

feel like I’m

going out with another species

or a solar flare

lightning in a bottle

I’m knocked out of rotation

burning in the atmosphere

where’s that suntan lotion

The Esmerelda Suite

Joy Ride

Murder by Moonlight

Slipping the Bonds


Nor For Sale

Soul Surf Escape

8 Days in the Wild

The Peace


Return to the waves