The poetry and prose in this list are a selection from Carolyn’s favorites and will change every few months.


Raging tides reach high
like horses threatening
to rear over backwards.

Beneath the thrust of tides
lurks the source of existence,
where we all begin and end.

Let the past decay–
that prison of memory,
dense with illusions;
that quicksand is no place
to get stuck.

Through our mind-travels
and ultimately death,
oblivion offers an escape.

Onto a fresh crest of tide,
onto a fragrant breeze.