I take the position of ghost boy on the gunnel near the mast.
My feet, bare, wetted when the little boat heels, white running

Two Spiders Go A Sailing

Hibiscus, five petals, redpink beauty, life itself
Tumbling down to the river, becomes
Redpink coracles dancing to a whimsical

How We Learned to Sail Our First
Boat, Coromandel!

I lived a mile from Lake Erie in Painesville

Foodie Find: West Virginia Pepperoni Rolls: A Photo Essay

Swimming With Mermen

Mourning clang of sea bell,

Black bouy number ten

Marks open seastead for sailor,

(Old) News Headline: Fourth of July killer tornadoes and powerful storm tides strike Lake Erie’s southern shore, causing death and destruction.

An Incident of International Importance at Lock # 3, Welland Canal

She is a rusty old rogue

Casually herded through seas