by Paul Martin | Aug 21, 2022 | Poetry
There’s a busted-up ol’ dory thats a’resti’n by the pierWith the name of “maverick” fade’n on her bow,But there was a time I launched her at a place right close to hereAnd I wish to God that I could do it now. I’ve rolled her through a gentle surf, into a sea of... 
by Paul Martin | Aug 16, 2022 | Poetry
To Jennifer A baby girl was born today,Upon a hill above the bay, Where seagull’s wings have touched the air,That kiss her cheeks and brush her hair. Ocean spray know not her skin,Though full acquainted with her kin. But time will lead her by the hand,From grassy...