278 – Like Jack Sparrow’s Compass

Broken finger, broken finger, where are you? Here I am, here I am. How do you do? I’m having so much doubt right now…about everything I thought I ever wanted. What’s my dream? What’s my plan? What do I WANT? My mind drifts to Jack Sparrow and his compass. It’s supposed to direct the holder... Continue Reading →

Day 266 – A Pirate that Writes Poems

“Mother, mother ocean...you’ve seen it all.” If the ocean could speak, so many secrets would surface. Sunken ships, lost treasures, buried bones, buried secrets - if only she could speak. Maybe she does speak and we just don’t listen. Let’s start to listen to Mother Ocean. “I have heard your call.” Thank you for reading... Continue Reading →

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