If the events of the world today are leaving you jaded and dismal, then I invite you to read the following tribute to small town…
If the events of the world today are leaving you jaded and dismal, then I invite you to read the following tribute to small town…
Beneath the branches up high you can see the sharpness of these thorn trees Halloween worthy stretching their sparse shade over puny Bermuda grass in…
The clock strikes at 12 AM, Eudora though she should really come down out of the tree. She hadn’t meant to stay up there this…
Lonely little alcove second story up at the edge of town train whistle blasts my memories loud the purple morning glory was summer’s redemption Hodge-podge…
Previously Published in the Texas Writers Journal Quarterly, January 2016 I had left the security of my small town to strike out for California where…
It has been quite some time now since I have harped on crazy criminals. Sadly, there are many still loose among us. I have a…
Recently it seems, I’ve lost my sense of humor, so I thought I would repost an earlier topic when I thought I was ready to…
Look where the Twilight people go stepping through darkened veils to where, we don’t know What do they seek under the cover of blue? Between…
Walter J. Rogers walked out of Human Resources carrying a plastic street sign with ROGERS printed on it. He had spent 35 years working for…