They grow across a narrow strip of landAlong the North American west coastWhere cool ocean fog rolls over the sandGiving the moisture that they need…

Beneath the ocean’s rolling crestWhere water currents move and cycleA bell of glass and crimson chestResets its cells to turn back cycle. With stinging threads,…

       I simply do not yield, everTiny, yet a timeless wonderAn occurrence on earth so rareA voyager clothed in invisible careI wield no sceptre, I…

He carried the tiny greyscale anchorFondly in his small wallet over yearsThe image of an auspicious charmerWhich mattered in life like a compass Over the…

​Where southern winds sweep over the littoralAnd sun-dappled heaths of wild Australia wakeThe tiny pink charmers bloom bright in the soilA delicate form that even…