Summer 1988
Summer never seems to change…
Read More Summer 1988musing – dreaming – writing
Summer never seems to change…
Read More Summer 1988How did pigs get to Barbados?
Read More Pigs in Barbados?Soft rain taps on the window I hear you sigh. The cool sheets feel exquisite against my skin, Just like your touch. Moments that pass this way are, so few, but infinitely divine. The low rumble of thunder, and I awake alone. The chords of a piano echo in the muted room, and the dream […]
Read More Early MorningMy first ramp festival
Read More Dunbar Ramp FestivalThe air is different in the country…
Read More Appalachian AirOn the morning of May the 1st…
Read More Fairy MorningBird calls mean the return of spring…
Read More April and the BirdsThe perfect getaway in winter…
Read More A bit of the tropics in February– BarbadosThe sounds and movements of early spring…
Read More Early SpringA frigid January afternoon in the Mt. Lebanon Cemetery
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