The Wingchair Traveller

Cellular Respiration He digs his shovel in Deliberately Metal against rock reverberates As his lower back spasms and springs back ...

When thinking about the question of whether a piece of writing would be considered literary or non-literary recently, I began to wonder abo...

No Place Drill down deeper Hold on tighter To the rope that you grip and hang from This is here Nowhere but here. He watche...

I put in a call to book the weekend of June 4th at the lake house.  The receptionist relays to me that there is only one cottage remaining-...

Of Human Consciousness `It is the hat that matters most,` she said, as she careened forward, nearly missing being hit by a Herme...

I am starting on a new project, and this will be quite the challenge for me.  Valentine`s Day is coming up, and I am intent on writing a lov...

I draped my tie loosely over the back of the chair after a long day of performing for an audience.   Only, this time, the audience does no...