Prose & Poetry

Sweeping toward my face is an icy breeze.It follows the hot sun and flip-flops,the pleasant cool […]

I dine in an old restaurant with close Georgian friends in the early morning hours.  Georgians

When Mitch started having symptoms, I wanted to care. But I didn’t.  We’d been friends since

In Millburn, New Jersey, opening for business in the 1960’s and effecting me into the next

Sonder My window is my own, no one else’s Each of us in a glass case

Lilac screensA kiss of eternityWith semblance of thine doveLanding in my fallen memoryA question from but

This happened years ago when I lived in Los Angeles. It wasn’t a happy time in

True like the sky you can depend onto always be something. Truelike a lily ready to

Photosynthesis turns seedsto swallows, swallows to wind,wind to breath, then the almostindecipherable chirp at sundown. See