One Times Four – excerpt from GEORGIA PINE

One Times Four The Cove, there was no other place Georgia wanted to be. She loved summers at the beach with her pops. Georgia pulled the rocker close to her grandfather’s, almost touching. She needed to be near, reassured by the sounds of his breathing. Side by side, gliding back and forth. She had nowhere to go, nowhere she’d rather be. Mostly, she rocked while he nodded off. He was

Drowning Above Water

Turbulent waters soothe the gypsy, calming and evoking blue myth mystery. The maudlin, tumultuous sea, her wishing wells of fragile glass trinkets, forgotten treasure, and pools of sunken love, long discarded. The ocean and her black ink mystery whisper in tongue, tales only I can decipher. The beach house perched precariously on a bluff, is blurred and out of focus. Drifting farther and farther from reach, I am flailing and kicking. I scream sea bubbles trying desperately not to

“I have loved, laughed, cried, hurt, chose the empty life, until love finally found me a home.” – Jacqueline Cioffa #THEVASTLANDSCAPE

“I have loved, laughed, cried, hurt, chose the empty life, until love finally found me a home.” – Jacqueline Cioffa THE VAST LANDSCAPE current Amazon Best Sellers Rank: Free in #KDPSelect #Kindle #1 Psychological #1 Sagas #3 Literary Sweet and Sassy, Informative and Inspiring, these eBook freebies are sure to entertain! http://t.co/tpfJLQFNAr pic.twitter.com/LeUp8jbo5H — Freebooksy (@Freebooksy) April 16, 2015

Shine on Sun

My love of the ocean runs deep. My love for the sun does too. My love of a friend who understands and gets this, well that is the brightest kind of shine. Shine on.

Seashore Dwellings and Frayed Twine

We are all like it or not, intertwined. The way the stories breeze through my mind, much like the people I have loved and let go. As I watch helpless, I cringe at the chaos that surrounds. These are dangerous times we live in. To love, dream, practice uncomfortable kindness. To choose hope. I leave this place with tales spun from grass and held together by frayed twine. Living is scary. Not

The Vast Landscape Cali Book Tour

“Harrison looks at her loves, and knows, instinctively. This, this is it. She’d searched the vast landscape, without a map, the rough, scary terrain swallowing her whole. Harrison’s dusty, torn backpack pushed aside, on a shelf in the attic. Twenty years, ache and itch all gone. No running. Destination arrived. Despite the pit stops, fires, sinkholes, pimps, mistakes, lone railways and scars. It was worth it. The backyard lit up like a redneck Christmas, Harry didn’t mind. “I’m hungry, let’s get this show on the road. Addie, bring the radio. You can play your song, baby. As loud as you like.” Let There Be. Light. Let There Be. Family. Let There Be. Love.”

When Dreaming of a Beach…

…one must be more specific There is beauty in ice sculptures, black leaves, sand granules and zebra mussel shells Someone carved a number into the willow 251 I wonder what it meant and how long it’s become piece of the bark Are they dead and buried, the secret etched inside the tree’s history? I cannot say 251 I had not seen before The biting winter air keeps me alert, alive noticing the minute details I