there was a time when you could set your watch to the 5:57 amtrak as it rumbled through the only ... CONTINUED
Nothing New…
i. Without warning the sky can fall in neat needle-stitched rows, precisely spaced and ... CONTINUED
Last Christmas
My thoughts run empty like the abandoned shopping cart facing I-35 dusted by the pale glow of a ... CONTINUED
in flux
outside my window a cold gale rattles wooden shutters. a dog's howl echoes over black and ... CONTINUED
so achingly close
the argument before brush ever stroked canvas. words spoken in haste welling up from ... CONTINUED
Down by the Pier
Most tourists left weeks ago and snowbirds have yet to arrive. Seagulls don't care and cluster ... CONTINUED
lost in martinique
through open balcony doors late afternoon breezes heavy with the scent of oleander brush ... CONTINUED