Never forget the tragedy left in Katrina’s wake.

My Katrina story.

A poem I wrote from an online writing challenge.

Maybe a little old with the new president already in place, but this is a letter addressed to Bush about the New Orleans disaster. In the role of someone else living in the Mississippi delta, I relieve my feelings about Bush Junior and the happenings in New Orleans.

I wish things were different.

One mile from where the pavement ends, Stands the old homestead where my stormy tale begins.

Nature poetry. A description of gloomy stormy days when the sun does not shine.

A short expressive poem about a hurricane.

A free verse poem about a hurricane.

About 15 years ago I went body surfing off the Maine coast. While I was having the time of my life, two poor souls were claimed by the rip tide, which then came after me.