Shelley sat at her gray desk with its lone sodium lamp. Flecks of graphite lingered in the atmosphere under its pyramid of yellow light. The soft scr..
Shelley sat at her gray desk with its lone sodium lamp. Flecks of graphite lingered in the atmosphere under its pyramid of yellow light. The soft scr..
We stood far apart, her face squinting in the autumn sun.What stood, the distance between us, we call love.It was invisible and perhaps not there at a..
Old Tree had stood tall and strong for centuries. He was gnarled and knotted. He could feel the ages in his great branches and stout trunk. There was..
I am a fatherAnd a writerI am a husbandAnd a writerI am a barstool philosopherAnd a writerI have the fingers of a guitaristAnd the fingers of a writer..