A Brief For The Defense

Indiana from the highway, July I find myself in agreement with Lowell: Whitman’s shadow over us is far too generous. but then falling from o...

Tell me life is more than an accumulation of mementos, tangible things ensuring that when we are gone, our life will still occupy some space...

The wind is roaring through the leaves like a torrent, lifting the lake into rollicking furrows. The post storm clouds, long, lean and limbe...

At my age, life begins to yawn open my small, insular stream growing itself ever deeper, so that soon it is a small river, and then much lik...

An ex girlfriend, a soft lover of mine who loves penguins and long, hot days of embalming sunlotioned blitheness called me to say she saw a ...