Three girls blowing bubbles by the sea hundreds of bubbles playing in the breeze fragile, crystal globes innocent, playful, ephemeral floating by the sea. Three girls playing running amidst the bubbles so tenderly blown so wistfully made... Bubbles rush toward the breaking waves, not frightened, not worried their beauty is a lifetime moment floating, playing, living in the wind... One falls near me it skidded at first teasing the glassy sand, mirroring itself on the beach; but the beach is cold and cruel like the sea that gave it life furious, majestic, unforgiving it grasped the bubble and held it fast. Crystal dome that quivers full of color and life. Crystal dome once free still rebels against fate, it quivers once more and pops leaving the aura of its existence imprinted on the cold, harsh sand of Cannon Beach. --Malcolm Boswell​ Right Click Image Save: Download PDF to Print:

Tai held his dead rabbit

To kill one with a single blow takes force.

Mother gets dizzy these days

Something

There was a tree of truth up which I used to shinny,

Today you'd be one hundred and three.

I awake to the

Oh quick, come here -- You've got to see! The sight will drive you wild. Alert the media! Stop the press! Our baby girl just smiled Isn't that the cutest grin That you have ever seen? We'll have to beat the boys away When she becomes a teen. I'll bet she recognized my voice, Or likes the colors in this place -- Or maybe she's responding To the grin that's on my face! That smile proves how sharp she is -- She'll be the smartest in her class, Then go to college, win awards... Oh, my mistake -- it's gas --Jon Raibley Right Click Image Save: Download PDF to Print:

I can see a very long way

This morning

The ice cream man hardly notices