I remember when I was a kid. I sat on the edge of my father's car, waiting for him come home from his walks. I would ...
I remember the smell of wet snow on a blinding morning. Squinting through glare and steam. Battleship twigs wobble in...
The winter of 1970 in the Bay Area was not something I ever expected to experience- especially since I was born in 19...
Gradually.
Slowly it built, piece by piece. The atoms of its essence compiling line after line, upwards and outwards, exploding ...
"Big wheels keep on turnin'..." Paul's hands beat on the steering wheel in time with Lynyrd Skynrd as he drove down t...
Gradually. That was the secret, wasn't it? Build up their trust or indifference, either one would do, like in t...
One of the things about Seaburn beach is the dogs. The dogs go wild on the beach, their little eyes pop out of their ...
Randy: Well Bob, I ain't seen any antelope, nor any deer. An' it sure don't look like there's any home on this here r...
I get up early to sneak away from the cottage for some peace. Saddling up my borrowed stead, I look forward to the s...
Green-clad Man · Rain · A tan
Wait ... for a green-clad man. He will come to you either at dusk or at dawn if you stand by this gate. When he comes...
The green clad man fought the rain off and finally got his tan. YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...