I was sitting in Golden Gate Park among the giant trees contemplating the ups and downs of the construction industry focusing mainly on the downs.…
The sky is on fire ruby red sunset streaked with desire as if painted fish swim the the mountains A path spilling from the hills…
As the sun’s rays lay lilting like strands of fine honey coloring this land luscious in the prime of spring. Her mind travels through the…
My father’s younger brother followed him into World War II like a pesky little brother would ready to do his part ready to make his…
Like a gift sprang up near the salty air and sea one brilliant flower unfolded vibrant and soft spun flash and red fire anchored at…
“When you are old and gray and full of sleep and nodding by the fire… ” I will take the book from your shaky hands…