Shore Break

Resistance at an end carried upon the waves a creature of currents and depths ceasing the fight against nature - Caroline A. Slee

The Bay #MondayBlogs

The world closes off as we move towards the shore distant ships following invisible lanes another supply run to a faraway land As morning waves invite play swim, and surf and outriggers as bodies move in poetry the daily ballet of light casting its spell on the shore and calling us all to worship - … Continue reading The Bay #MondayBlogs


Photo by Angela Roma on Along the side of the road the cornflowers bloom a spot of friendliness beneath the uniform sky while at the heart of the sea sapphires await their pulse set to a slow pace shades upon shades in a nuanced blue world carrying calm along with it in gentle waves … Continue reading Blues

A View

Silvered fronds dancing in wind and sun salt heavy on the air crystal upon the skin hulled out volcanoes greening the countryside as rain comes and goes in its daily clock all of the blues shine in a single expanse until the world ends at the limit of vision - Caroline A. Slee

A Fine Day

A gentle start before the race begins all paper and lists and tapping keys a fine day at hand from my window to the world a kiss of the sea carried upon the air - Caroline A. Slee

Kindling #MondayBlogs

neglect sometimes benign otherwise driven by ignorance or greed a world on fire every blade set to kindling left by careless stewards living in denial of consequence and destruction pretending smoke is oxygen and fire is our sun - Caroline A. Slee


The sky weighs down upon us a sticky heat clinging to the skin the horizon vanished beyond the rippling mirage that tells us relief is on its way the bitter lie of the desert summer the humid air without a drop of rain the unbroken fire pouring down upon us as only time brings its … Continue reading Sticky

Chief Luther Standing Bear #FridayPhilosophy

โ€œThe elders were wise. They knew that manโ€™s heart, away from nature, becomes hard; they knew that lack of respect for growing, living things soon led to lack of respect for humans, too.โ€ - Chief Luther Standing Bear


The day halts rundown to the ground ready for a respite hiding from heat peering out at the darkening sky a swift sunfall light swallowed behind mountains and concrete the night hurrying its way back to us - Caroline A. Slee

The Frogs Are Singing #MondayBlogs

I miss the lively nights sparkling with fireflies while the frogs sing - our mountain owl has fled the desert for cooler climes and darker skies - the coyotes slumber refusing the music of their haunting choir in favor of the shade of darkened dens tucked far away - I miss the lively nights though … Continue reading The Frogs Are Singing #MondayBlogs