Shore Stories

It was a warm summer night. There wasn't much to do in the small town we lived in. We would usually just drive around town. Killing time. The largest lake in the state was ten minutes from town. So we decided to kill time there and save the gas. I drove through the Sonic to get something to drink and turned up the highway toward the lake. Let me tell you a little bit about us. He is 5'5'' tall and weighs about 145 pounds...

If your body is a vesselfrom which your spirit will live on,then I will love that vesseluntil its spirit's gone. I will worship it and treat itwith the deepest of respectnever taking it for grantedtaking care it's never wrecked. As its captain I won't ground iton a wild and rocky shoreor steer through stormy seaswhere it may fall apart and more. I won't maroon it on an Islandand leave it lost alonefor that would be a sinf...

My soul does not only belong to me now;you have come and claimed a part of me,ensuring that our names are carriedthrough every facet of this life.Our inner metronome will never let us forget.You have whispered softly into my curious earstelling me the most intimate secrets;a tender lover stating desire’s deep longing.I feel your heat, rising from your body in wavesthreatening to scorch my sensitive palms;have you forgotte...

The summer of 1966 rolled around like any other year in sleepy, small town Pennsylvania. While most of the town’s residents may not have even noticed, things were actually going pretty good for me. I had graduated high school, I still had my job in my friend’s father’s shop doing basic machine shop work, I still had my ’61 Impala SS and most importantly, I was still going out with Debbie. Debbie and I were both 18 now, wh...

The stars above dot the midnight sky,As the full moon castes a watchful eye,As we walk along the deserted sand,Our arms swing gently, hand in hand,I cannot help but stop and stare,As the moonlight shines in your hair,As the stars alight your pretty face,I feel my heartbeat start to race,Without another soul around,We lay our blanket on the ground,As I watch the starlight reflect in your eyes,Like the tide around us, my pa...

I really hate the phrase ‘back in the day’. I think it is a tired, over-used phrase and if there is one thing I really hate it is tired, over-used phrases. The problem is, when it comes to describing the period of time I need to refer to, I can’t think of a more appropriate phrase. The phrase is in fact so perfect a description for this period of time, I’m almost tempted to say it is ‘the best thing since sliced bread.’ I...