It's hard to believe you're not here. Seems like yesterday we were laughing at stupid jokes, not taking life too seriously. I found an old picture of you in a…

I’m floating in an uncharted region of my mind. There are no faces in the portraits on these walls. Hitchhiked here from the medulla oblongata. Found myself sloshing it up…

a paintingof a boyplaying on the beach . . .the sea now swollenswallowing the man Monsieur Beaufont, an aristocrat from Paris, is throwing a housewarming party. He’s just migrated to…

The walking man studies the footprints he’s made in the first snow of this year, footprints meandering back through time, back through time with his thoughts. There he finds a…

Polly loves to grow things. She has a delicious garden full of fruits, herbs, vegetables, tubers, and flowers. I often wonder what it would be like to be back there…

I embarkon a vision questto find my identitybut forget to bringmy wallet We reach the top of Feather Falls at about 9 a.m. KC explains that it’s one of the…

~Maquoit Bay, Brunswick, Maine, USA The hungry man can’t read his timepiece on the nightstand because there’s a glare on its crystal face. His reflection in the window doesn’t help,…

a poor harvestof winter wheat . . .still, I grind the grainon the old stone wheelthen sow the fields again It's morning. Nails protrude through loose floorboards, throw rugs lie…

The wandering woman curls her toes into the sand as a wave cascades over her feet. The cool, frothy wash provides an interesting contrast to the heat of the merciless…