Reflections By The Bay

DIRT (John 8:6-8) Dig anywhere and you’ll always find dirt. © Andrew Costello

IS THERE ANYTHING OR ANYONE ELSE I'M PASSING BY?

NURSING HOME First impression: Visitors must sign in. Second impression: Wheel chairs and people. Third impression: People watching peo...

POEM: OLD RADIATOR Angrily hissing, and hurting, and letting off steam, the old radiator was obviously sad, hearing them talking abou...

POEM: LONG AGO TODAY I love only by memory now. You are gone, dead, buried, green grass covered. But buried deep inside of me are all...

POEM: CANOE CUT The canoe, like a scissors, cutting across the silk fabric of the lake, soft and silent, almost evening, sun setting...

POEM: HOLDING ONTO Subway: spotting a small girl holding onto a doll, her mother holding onto her, the subway holding onto all of us, an...