Poetry about sailing through life.

Lighthouses have saved lots of maritime accidents in the past and even today.

Nature poetry describing summer days at the beach.

Sometimes!

DOUBTLESS you have seen us stand sentinel on rocky coastlines around the world. It may have been in Canada, the United States, the windswept Cape of Good Hope, the scattered islands of the seven seas, or perhaps near the beckoning, sun-drenched beaches of Portugal, where I happen to be located. On a sunny day you can see me towering 177 feet above sea level on Europe’s westernmost point. I am a lighthouse.
My flashing light is a welcome sight to those on the dark, storm-tossed sea. Even the plaintive sound of my foghorn is comforting when I signal to the ears of those who cannot see. But have you ever wondered how we lighthouses came to be, and when? How do you think we arrived at our present vital status on the sea-lanes of the world?

Lighthouses.

A novela I wrote, not much to day about it really.
Well… Enjoy.

A man see his beloved by the ocean side.

Two Lighthouse keepers on a remote rock, a stormy night, and a terrible depression brought on by the isolation.

Coming home.