Imagine looking for your grandma and finding her floral caftan with matching pink furry slippers, the floral citrus smell of Channel #5 still hanging in…
Tag: mystery
In mid-July the heat reverberates makes the thought of comfort dull my footprints trail the thick blades of St. Augustine grass the smell of Confederate…
I stepped into a cove of time at the edge of a neighborhood where down the street an old lady sang the finale of her…
Tonight I leave the dead to sleep as their faint beckonings resonate and swirl and sift among the moss-draped trees down this path I travel…
Listen closely I’ll tell you this about the town where ghosts live From the once grand hotel to a house secluded on a hill you can…
In January, I give you November… Dallas, Texas 1989 From the bank building, south we go trudging the city sidewalks It’s lunchtime high noon the…
I gave you butterflies and a freedom compass a sure route to the North Star a desert of sugared sands to sweeten the fallout from…
A fairy tale parcel an invitation to be unfolded as the silvery shadows of evening deepen draping us in the lustrous purple robes of mystery…
She walks in beauty or rather she once ran through the scorching farm fields heavy with crops Look at me, she would say swarthy, twiglike,…
“Where in the world did all those red Cannas go?” asked Aunt Agnes looking out her window. “The ones in the circle flower bed out…