Rehoboth Beach Memory 4/28/1982 by David R. Findley
Time to bathe al fresco watched by frosty stars and a crescent moon. I twist quickly for warmth beneath needle-like…

Time to bathe al fresco watched by frosty stars and a crescent moon. I twist quickly for warmth beneath needle-like…
In the end, you have no suitcase. The ticket is one-way only, very expensive, caro, precious. You arrive on the…
Maybe it’s a tin ear for poetry. “Do unto others” didn’t balance like a see-saw when you heard it? You…
Sky perfect dull gray intermittent spits of rain not cold or warm and just enough wind to get inside a…
. . . as if he were holding the sea in his black hands, as if, after giving him all…
Anger. Tears. and a fleeting desire for violence disrupt a dreamer’s dream of race-less love in world without lynching. certain…