Collecting Seashells by the Seashore: Poetry and Essays

Those idyllic years on the cape; those childhood days that shaped and formed and left such wistful memories of a bygone era of what could have been, but perhaps never was. For the mind can play such tricks as it ages, becoming a selective as a thief, stealing the good and leaving the rest . But even the fragments left behind can change and shine just as bright, expanding into that empty space that childhood once occupied. How best then does one recover what's lost, but to put pen to paper a...