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
beach towels
the screams of happy children no longer fill the air. all is still as multi- colored beach ... CONTINUED
perhaps, it never could
You can tell COVID’s reign of terror seems ended because mass shootings are back in the ... CONTINUED
coming up for air
all endings burst forth from the smallest of seeds (often overlooked) until it's far too late ... CONTINUED
a reflection
a pail of cool, clean water sits on the floor waiting for a reason to be spilled. its surface ... CONTINUED