Thankful for What?
I am grateful for the freedom to write and say what I think.
This is a Letter
This is a letter to November, its gray bowl of sky riven by black-branched trees.
A Good Enough Day
"...it would never capture the reality of entering that surreal scene."
Pulp Fiction in Kelowna
"...peruse the sordid past of pulp fiction."
Kindness
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore...