Musings

The ocean's vastness and endless horizon pull me in. When I stand on shore and witness the briny blue kiss the sky, it fills me with...

Skyward: Memories of childhood become faded things. Sometimes the details escape us. So, we fill them in with our imagination.

I have a new found love for writing poetry despite adamantly declaring, "I'm not a poet," for years.

Becoming Ghosts ~ Autumn is Joie Lesin's favorite season. Perhaps there is beauty in decay.