Monthly Archives: September, 2016
The Night Belongs to Us
It’s ten thirty at night and the old man and dog are asleep. Just as the night owl in me wants to spread it’s wings and start flying. It kind of makes me crazy how early they go to bed around here. I am not a morning person. I don’t even really feel awake …
On The Beach at Marrowstone
It was an evening walk not unlike others We had made At that time of day And that time of the season In that same place. There was something about the pre-sunset light The way it slanted through the trees It warmed our complexions And the tones of our voices We commented about it out …
Rainy Day Writing 
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