The Blog

Walt Whitman, ‘Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking’. Yes my brother I know, The rest might not, but I have treasur’d every note, For more than once dimly down to the beach gliding, Silent, avoiding the moonbeams, blending myself with the shadows, Recalling now the obscure shapes, the echoes, the…

I Saw from the Beach’ is written by the Irish poet Thomas Moore. This metaphorical life is centered on the water of the sea and a boat near the shore. Moore portrays the boat as a metaphor of soul and the sea to human passion. According to him, the boat…

There’s a thread you follow. It goes amongthings that change. But it doesn’t change.People wonder about what you are pursuing.You have to explain about the thread.But it is hard for others to see.While you hold it you can’t get lost.Tragedies happen; people get hurtor die; and you suffer and get…

By ChasePublished: July 2018 A Comparison Between Waves And Time Waves continuously wash away footprints, Like time washes away, leaving you with a clean slate. A smooth beach. Waves wash away the good and bad.

By Ralph P QuinonezPublished: October 2016 The Peace Of The Beach You look out into the water; The waves make the most beautiful sound. A place you find peace and comfort, Walking hand in hand and looking around.

In the days before synthetics from China,women knitted. My Brownie teacher taught meat seven, words or wool, anyone can master it.First, the unraveling of elusive, possibly falsestrands of memory. Next, you settle into long days, row after row,hoping for a garment approximating truth,knowing anything re-knitted is always a littleuneven, a…