Pete the peg-legged pirate lived on the sea. He had a wooden leg beginning just below his knee. A bright and mouthy parrot sat upon his shoulder Who was at least as old as Pete or maybe even older. Pete had a trusty gang of men as gnarly as they come, They lived on fish […]
Jun 23, 2022
Dwindling Hope
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I don’t know how long I sat on the rocky floor of the cave. My phone was back in my cottage and I had no wrist watch. But, at last, a smidgen of coherent thought got through the panic. What had caused the boulder to fall, blocking my escape? It must have had something to […]
Jun 22, 2022
Trapped
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I closed my eyes. Surely, this was a nightmare. But, when I looked again, the chest and the skeleton were still there, a few feet in front of me. The room was taller than the tunnel. I could stand upright. And, it wasn’t as dark as the tunnel. The sound of the sea was deafening […]
Jun 21, 2022
A Cobwebby Tunnel
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A damp, dank odor wafted out. I stared at the opening; I’m sure my mouth hung open as I tried to take in what had happened. A tunnel? In my snug little home? Why? Hesitantly, I stepped closer and shone the flashlight’s beam into the dark, cobwebby space. I could see no end to it, […]
May 1, 2022
Pete and Pat
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Pete the peg-legged pirate lived on the sea. He had a wooden leg that began just below his knee. A bright and mouthy parrot sat upon his shoulder Who was at least as old as Pete or maybe even older. Pete had a trusty gang of men as gnarly as they come, They lived on […]
Oct 9, 2019
Batten Down the Hatches
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It seems that life is made up of one storm after the other, with peaceful stretches in between. When we feel tossed around by circumstances, it’s time to batten down the hatches and hold tight. One of my favorite poems is The Voyagers by Van Dyke: O Maker of the mighty deep, whereon our vessels […]
