The Porch Light: “So thick you could cut it with a knife,” was what most folks referred to […]
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The Door Opens part 2: In part one, Charles was living with an old woman he called Lady […]
The Door Opens: Rain was lashing out in all directions. No legitimate weather reporting station had even the […]
Soulful Hours: Five minutes past, Never-O’clock which resides in the back of our spiritual mind, you may discover […]
Something To Think About: Only a half cup of coffee was left in the carafe, and Marge was […]
A Thoughtful Podcast: If you heard someone say, “we celebrate what people love to do creatively by giving […]
Magnifying Your Dreams: The rain let up after a good hour of intermittent sprinkles and downpours. Leonard was […]
A Deliverable Dream: The stories I have written over the past year have been an exercise. It’s been […]
Receptive Abstract Patternism: Why do you paint like that, Rod? It’s a question that I am often asked. […]
Starlight Mesa: Up on the ridge of Table Mountain stood a shack of a house. Above the narrow […]