The Glimmerine: Chapter 1
Every morning Leah rushed her to eat breakfast, finish dinner, or brush her teeth. At school, her teachers said, “Turn in your paper. Open your… Read More »The Glimmerine: Chapter 1
Every morning Leah rushed her to eat breakfast, finish dinner, or brush her teeth. At school, her teachers said, “Turn in your paper. Open your… Read More »The Glimmerine: Chapter 1
Down the stairs of my condominium and across Campus Drive I walk along Leona Canyon Open Space Preserve. In April and May, I canter past… Read More »To Get a Dog, or Not
Beachcomber, the sting of salt water on your wings grey garbage collector raking portions from the undertow of my thoughts.
Outside the deck two birds wade in birdseed, one small, a dark-eyed junco, the other, twice her size, a brown- headed cowbird a step away… Read More »Different Species
This is from my novel-in-progress, Pulp Into Paper. Brenda Shawn trained her flashlight on the ground and landed in the water on something soft and… Read More »From Pulp Into Paper
Down the stairs of my condominium and across Campus Drive to Leona Canyon Open Space Preserve. In April and May, I canter past an expanse… Read More »Leona Canyon Open Space Preserve
National Croissant Day at Starbucks coffee counter doesn’t mean a free roll for every shopper, if only to commemorate a special event, people place orders… Read More »Tucson Starbucks
Maples wrap branches around my rib cage,
a trap of orange and gold leaves filter translucent light,
and like an unsuspecting moth, I’m sucked in
“…that was that, we could do no more—had to trust to sun and water and time…” My first garden grew in the Hunts Point section… Read More »Morning Glories
It seems odd that the Louisiana state slogan on its license plate is Sportsman’s Paradise. I am not a sport in the way that the… Read More »Change the Louisiana State Slogan