Prague has always been a special place. At the end of World War II, when the Allies' bombs destroyed Dresden, the west decided to save Prague. The city thus survived...
Prague has always been a special place. At the end of World War II, when the Allies' bombs destroyed Dresden, the west decided to save Prague. The city thus survived...
Visiting Carmel, I grow nostalgic. Both Tor House and its tower are imposing structures built of solid stone. Robinson Jeffers, a renowned poet and environmentalist, lived and wrote there last...
A writer naturally befriends other writers. Goes with the territory. Personally, I always enjoy these relationships. Share a little, learn a lot. I can’t recall feeling challenged by others who write.
Four mud-sculpture statues with expressionist faces of clay – one male, three female. Full lips. Wide-open demonstrative eyes; their gaze frozen. All hankering to speak out. But they cannot.
A drive north, up the central coast, never fails to inspire. The air grows dramatically fresher. Cleaner. Crisper. Drifting a tad closer to nature. Reinvigorates my spirits. Rejuvenates my soul.
Today, the outside I see appears hazy. Plain and simple. Misty with an occasional blast of drizzle. I pretend I’m elsewhere. I want to change everything but my thoughts remain...