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 21, 2022 | Poetry
Have you ever seen a sunrise that was made of purest gold?The kind the forty-niners used to pan?Have you ever seen a cloud like a cotton blankets fold,Kind of sprayed up at the edges like a fan? Have you ever watched the gulls come a wingin’ from the sea,Before the... 
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...