Seaside Shadows in Florida
Sometimes I wish I could just eat my dinner.
Last Sighs of Summer
Once again, every single thing in life is just a metaphor for something else.
Solitude and Writing
Some days, in spite of all your best intentions, all you end up with is…
Paradox
I write. I am not my writing. You ever notice that Life is a continuing…
Dying on a Thursday
And in my defense? I grew up with photo albums full of dead people. It's…