Rain didn’t stop the rush of movement downtown, where Sam’s Café never closed and the “Kim!” store sold stuff … More
Tag: Gillian Maine
Cabin all those days back
This is where she lived those early days, when the flowers bloomed fresh and large.
Hewey strumming old Sally
Hewey brought out the old guitar Saturday nights, when the crickets sparked into song and the kids curled up in … More
The aqua world shines
The street noise at my window was a constant reminder that just beyond the glass lay a city of colors.
Portrait of Meg, Cindy, and Teddy
In another world, they called them young ladies. Here they’re called rascals.
The night before
She moved with fabric-free blue gentility, this noble soul — and her eyes reflected mine.
Il ristorante di Roma
Those were my sassy days, when I ran free and spoke a thousand languages.
Zulu girl in South Africa
I loved the way the sun played at her neck and face. We didn’t speak the same language, but we … More
Tuesday morning market days
The children wore their Sunday best to the market, for it was a special day. They would be meeting their … More
Rush rush rush
No matter how fast he ran, he always seemed to run in the wrong direction.
The colored coat
No matter how hard the day or heavy the burden, she wore that coat with pride.
Looking for your door
That night I rode fast and clear, searching for a person I’d never met.