Drawing near to Witches Gate the spires rise in the distance burned out frame house of crime vicious seekers came one night two brothers at…
The clatter cart hobbles down sterile white tile hallway little square rooms patients wait watching clock minutes move like tragic soldiers circling round batting down…
I was captured between the whisper of seasons lost in autumn bliss the pull of school campuses taste on the tongue, a tinge of cool…
Salt River ran up over the banks swelling its ranks an army of water became the flood of the century. Salt River ran downstream covering…
She shakes the sea from her hair in tiny, salty droplets rising up from the water after diving among anemones reef gazing swimming through a…
Having lost myself between the pages of this book. I dissolve as if sprinkled by invisibility perfume. Into thin air, utopia finds me mellow. I…
Sun sheen in the eastward sky painting the hibiscus in red streaked illumination tropical imagination highlighting the hopeful heart leaves of purple morning glory. Those…
Today’s quote is rather pithy, mainly because I like saying the word, “pithy”. At first, I was a little leery of quoting Mr. Carradine due…