As I sit at our piano, I notice the dust on it, and I’m surprised. In a story, if there is a “dusty guitar” or
Forty miles west of Eldorado, Texas, on 190 I hit a red bird as the land bottomed out of hill country into windblown dirt and
Film snobs. I don’t personally know one (thank the cinema gods for that small wonder) but I don’t understand them. Let’s be clear. I do
The incense wafts in thick coils, creating ghost-like apparitions that drift in the penumbra of this makeshift tabernacle that once served as a barn in southeast
Years ago, I had a landlord, Lou, who worked as a night-time taxi driver. During the day, he wore golf shirts and slacks. For his
They will tell you to soften yourself. They will tell you to be nice. They will tell you to tell them they are great.