Who? Who?

There is an owl outside of my window!

Living In The City

I miss the crickets and the fireflies.

She Doesn't Know That Her Time Has Passed

In such a place as this is - so alive with speech and movement, I feel as if I am merely the ghost of a girl who once sat in the window booth of the old establishment, ages before anyone knew of the Gin Blossoms or Bud Light.

We Only Come Out At Night

I'd love to climb up a mountain and lie on my back under the stars, gazing up into eternity.

The Groaning City In The Gathering Dark

The summer twilight sky was the color of the dress blues worn by the young soldiers waiting to be sent off to see their first and final battles, far away from home.