The "Annie May"
Michael Connolly had returned to this stretch of coastline for thirty years, watching the gradual surrender of the Annie May to time and tide. The fishing boat's weathered hull, now...
Golden daffodils
In the soft light of early spring, a willow basket cradles a burst of golden jubilation. The daffodils unfurl their delicate petals, each bloom a sunburst of hope emerging from t...
A flowers bouquet
Through the rain-streaked window, I watch the anemones nod gently in their copper vessel, their delicate petals a defiant burst of life against the leaden sky. The antique mug,...
Never too old...
In the quiet recesses of one's soul, the notion that "you are never too old to set sail for another dream" resonates like a timeless melody, soothing the apprehensions that time may...
Please, celebrate life
As the holiday season unfolds once again, I meander through the familiar streets of my town, and a wave of melancholy washes over me. The air is filled with the scent of fir t...
A man and his dog
The old man's footprints trail behind him in broken parallel with his dog's paw marks, twin signatures soon to be erased by the tide. His wool coat, the color of weathered driftwoo...