I Want to Live Here

Maybe not ALL the time. But SOME of the time. I realise That I will never live in a lighthouse for a year or even a month Spending my days staring out to sea Scribbling poetry in tattered, stained notebooks Ignoring reality in my search for something real Something tangible, eternal Something I can holdContinue reading “I Want to Live Here”

Before the Storm

I found Aruba to be a rather odd sort of place. The climate/environment seemed a cross between Florida and Arizona – beaches and cactus, hot dry winds and afternoon thunderstorms. It’s a Dutch possession and its main commercial area is a candy floss faux Amsterdam, sans the canals. Actually it’s sans anything Dutch, but bustlingContinue reading “Before the Storm”