Halloween Shutter the windows tightly and bolt the heavy door. Wrap your shawl snug round you and watch the skies with a sharpened eye. It ...

Upon Stars All through the dusty, deckle-cut pages of time, the stars have fascinated those who wander over the earth. Man stares at them ...

Costumes Edward refuses to wear a costume on Halloween. He has witnessed, what he feels to be, the appalling menagerie that prances down hi...

Sincerely, L. Cohen Stars waltz beneath my feet and twinkle in an enchanted sky as I sit inside the Moorish cathedral of song. Owl-feather...

Sightings Her image cannot be captured on the glossy surface of a photograph. It will only appear as a pale, shifting shadow and within the...

Gratitude It is difficult to imagine a more sublime collection of hours than the twenty-four that constitute a Saturday in autumn. I wait f...

Window Shopping A most unwelcome fact came crashing into my consciousness on a sunny afternoon last week. Engrossed in my twice yearly chor...

The Help Growing up the South is not for the faint of heart. An enigmatic place at the best of times, it is paradoxical to its core. Find...

The Light in the Window There is a lamp in my window that is kept on most of the time. A wonderful antique that I found one dreary afternoo...

October Ever so carefully, he works his paw in around the edge of the old wooden door and, ever so slowly, pulls it open. With a long, low c...

A Lovely Dream There are nights when my dreams become crowded. A fairly extravagant dreamer in quiet times, when I am under too much st...

Following Lucy I realize it would be understandable to accuse me of prejudice, but Edward is a most intelligent dog. When he is dozing by m...

The Older Sister Spring is a girl clad in pink flounces. She skips, she flirts - shares secrets, tells lies. Her thoughts are like air and...

The Ignominious Coach Here in the States it has been a rather cringe-worthy couple of weeks. Stunning outbursts of petulance and ego have sp...

Here In My Cottage The top of Edward’s head smells just like the sea. I have no idea why that is, but as there is often a tiny plum-coloure...

Sleeping Poets My mother still talks of the time we saw John Wayne. Perched like royalty atop a block-long convertible rolling slowly down t...

Far Too Clear There are pumpkins in the fields awaiting faces. Patient, sedentary, they sit in their orangeness neath a low hanging moon......

The Arrangement of Words In English class, when I was young, I learned to diagram sentences. A rudimentary activity, and not one known to...

The Perfect Nap We all know the benefits of a good night’s sleep. Sleep is necessary, not only for robust health and comely countenance, but...

The Little Stranger The mind can play dastardly tricks on the unsuspecting soul who lies wide awake in the middle of a dark night. Given ju...