Does No One Else Hear This? I heard it again last night. In those grey gauze moments just before sleep, a distant sound. Or was it just ou...

The Owner of Autumn Down here in the south, the camellias often bloom in February. Like boutonnieres for snowmen, they fill the grey air wi...

An October Engagement He likes to give magic at Christmas. Antique bronze kaleidoscopes, first edition fairy tales, hand painted lockets. L...

The Car I learned to drive in a car longer than a big city block. A Pontiac Star Chief - an automobile of such preposterous size that it en...

"Love you forever and forever Love you with all my heart Love you whenever we're together Love you when we're apart. And when a...

The Carousel of Time The Songwriter belongs to a unique club, one whose membership seems to dwindle with each passing year. You see, he i...

It Is October It is a gift foretold by a whistle of wind. Arriving on my doorstep, wrapped up in the velvet of moss. I loosen its ribbon o...

Sorrowful Words Here in the states it seems as soon as we have slogged through the rank bogs of an election year, feeling battered and bruis...

The Letter Lighter than breath, its paper as brittle as the skin of an onion, the letter had been written in pencil, not the wisest choice...