By Arthur H. Gunther III

     Not all essay writing comes in full paragraphs – sometimes the thought begins in shorthand. Perhaps a form of poetry, or if not to the expected quality level of such, a collection of thoughts worthy enough if the reader cares to nibble.

Some such fodder:

WOODS, solitude, wind whispering as nature writes a melody in a long, wonderful breath.

IN their season, at picking, the best apples first. Then the ones not noticed but still worthy. The poor ones gone begging, just ahead of the drops.

BEACH sand awaiting impression, particles of glass diffused until flesh compresses a life stamp before the next leaves a mark.

ASLEEP, dreams from the mind’s collected bits. On a journey of the fanciful. Alarm sounds, reality returns.

     The writer is a retired newspaperman.