I take my shades with me everywhere. They hide my sins, and I’ve got a lot of sins.
Rain didn’t stop the rush of movement downtown, where Sam’s Café never closed and the “Kim!” store sold stuff no … More
This is where she lived those early days, when the flowers bloomed fresh and large.
Hewey brought out the old guitar Saturday nights, when the crickets sparked into song and the kids curled up in … More
The street noise at my window was a constant reminder that just beyond the glass lay a city of colors.
In another world, they called them young ladies. Here they’re called rascals.
She moved with fabric-free blue gentility, this noble soul — and her eyes reflected mine.
Those were my sassy days, when I ran free and spoke a thousand languages.
I loved the way the sun played at her neck and face. We didn’t speak the same language, but we … More
The children wore their Sunday best to the market, for it was a special day. They would be meeting their … More
No matter how fast he ran, he always seemed to run in the wrong direction.
No matter how hard the day or heavy the burden, she wore that coat with pride.
That night I rode fast and clear, searching for a person I’d never met.
Mine was a blue world, a place of swirling oceans, soaring winds, and love as sure as the bluest of … More
A reflective soul, Shelley listened gently as my pastel brushed against paper.
“Let us not take ourselves too seriously. No one has a monopoly on wisdom.” — Queen Elizabeth II, the Queen … More
Mi corazon te echa de menos, mi pueblo dulce. “My heart misses you, my sweet town.”
She fled her old life and found refuge near the Espiatta Lake, where the town and the people and every … More
We bought just two, but you know how lovebirds are. Soon they had little ones, and soon there were forty.
The sun scorched the earth, sending fumes of dry sand past our faces, but we walked on, we walked on. … More
The child watched the bicycle jealously, wishing he’d received one just like it last Sunday, when it was Christmas.
Wednesday, this spot.