Something I wrote as it came to me.. Trying to get inside the head of someone else.

In this story the pirates are interested in one treasure . Love .

The insidious mists of senility....

(dedicated to my friend Nick Mason) At 18, my parents took me to Kona, Hawaii where (surrounded by miles and miles of black, barren volcanic tranquillity) we visited a coffee plantation:

♥

an observation

Life is a gift...they told me

Her garden is scented with the colours of the Lord: the purples and ochres and flaming reds of salvation. At her feet a shiny beetle skittles through the cut grass,