By Ann Christine Tabaka Painted sails in the wind, trailing colorful dreams in their wake. Rings around the sun. Sights of the imagination singing back to me in a soft voice. Brisk salt breeze ripping through my damp hair. The scent of brine filling my head. Sand crusted limbs. Sun burnt toes. Sound of gulls overhead. … Continue reading Seaside

Tommy Haiku #91-94

By Thomas Page A hall without right Angles has many corners cut; Small elevator Countless, priceless works Of art sit in cool gall'ries Facing another Crickets sing nightly Of yestereen's courtly deeds Only known to them Sand between your feet, The salty air hits your face; Sun rising in the east