Author Archives: Andrew

About Andrew

I'm a Christian, American, liberal, geeky, thoughtful, Northwest-transplanted Angeleno husband, father, and pundit who writes about anything he can think of.

Fog

Fog Mist Shadow Morning shroud Cloaks the familiar Makes mysterious the common Streets transform into paths of ghostly apparitions Monstrous forms materialize Luminous eyes share Through gloom Mist Fog Advertisements

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Breakers at Westport

This is a repost from my blog, “Great” Thoughts. Line after frothy line, Rank after foamy rank, Armies from over the distant horizon Storming the beach Charging ashore, advancing  then retreating Only to advance again and again A little farther each time before … Continue reading

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Images from Twin Ponds Park

Golden hued sunlight Daylight’s waning minutes fade Shine on still waters   Ducklings and mother Swim through sun-dappled waters Beneath verdant leaves.   Slanted trunk, strong limbs Shelter at the water’s edge Place of summer dreams.  

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Seattle Summer

Rain Clouds Drizzle Sun breaks through Heating up the day Clear blue skies, warm temperatures Summer was nice this year, glad it was on a weekend Clouds gather in late afternoon Muting the sunset Gray morning Showers Clouds Rain

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Three Poems of Spring

Leaving Work In February Dark skies and headlights  no longer mark existence in Five O’clock World. ******* Naked Limbs Even under a blanket of clouds Daylight is unmistakable. Naked limbs are silouettes Stark against a pink horizon. ******* The Stage Still Winter holds the … Continue reading

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What I Can’t Throw Away: A Sonnet

Playthings I purchase by selling my day But gizmos and gadgets, don’t own my heart Not trinkets or toys, with those I could part What is it that I could not throw away? ******* Ties of great friendships too steadfast … Continue reading

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Mists of False Certainty

Misty darkness Figures swirling Gliding in and out of light Distorted visions The mists of false certainties Concealing deeper truths Souls swirling closer Reaching out Almost touching Retreating behind misty curtains Red overwhelms the senses False certainties evaporate Seared away in a green flare … Continue reading

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