Shipwrecked
He wakes from a dream flickering in silken darkness in silence drifting through a broken window sill covered with the kiss of her fingertips. * There is no order to…
He wakes from a dream flickering in silken darkness in silence drifting through a broken window sill covered with the kiss of her fingertips. * There is no order to…
When I was younger, I would write very long stories. I learned by doing this. I also had a 'wordy head' connected to lots of thoughts. Now, I want simplicity.…
Remembering my first months here during the drought of 1995. This bit of prose is part moment of reflection, part lament, at this fragile and unsettling time. June It…