A Dreamer Looks At August And now is the month for hiding away. The heat rises long before we do and places a wet hand on our doors and o...

Memory Some years back, when the economy allowed me to be a decorator more than a writer, I was busy installing a new sitting room for clien...

Edward At The Holiday House Me: "Edward, do you want to go down to the dock and watch the sunset?" Edward: "Um, not yet. I...

The Black Gate It has been years since I strolled down this pathway. All around and above me the muscular arms of live oaks are frozen in...

A List For A Hot July They say it’s hot enough to fry an egg on the pavement. I’ll take their word for it. To actually conduct the experim...

"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, fo...

Edward’s Dream It was the lyrical sound of the wren that awoke him. From her spot in the deep end of the birdbath, lost in her sunrise abl...

Tree of Life "The nuns taught us there were two ways through life - the way of nature and the way of grace. You have to choose which on...

Summer Swimming Every year here in the states, on fourth day of the seventh month, fireworks slice the humid air and splatter the night s...