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.
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.
We were arrogant, ignorant, totally unprepared. Disaster struck hard. We let it. Shame on us. Narcissism, greed and selfishness took over. Fools ruled. Never again. No looking back.
Halloween is fast approaching. I am a half-chewed bone and it is a salivating hound running me down. It is a besotted pigeon and I'm a dry, dry breadcrumb. So...
Cruising through another post-pandemic day. I stopped counting. Another 24 marked with measured caution. Resembles life on another planet. Or inhabiting an ever-evolving cosmos.
The small green bottle circled around, clanging against the prop-up breakfast-in-bed type table, which he’d set up next to his relatively inert and positively relaxed body. He was not exactly...