Category: Creative Prose

I’ve been busy writing you a song. Unfortunately, though, as you know, I’m no musician. Read More …

There is a man standing in the surf.  He’s small, about a quarter of a mile away.  Or maybe a half mile.  I know I’m doubling my estimate, but I’ve never been good at judging distances.  Or time.  I’d say I’ve been sitting here ten minutes, and from a quarter or a half mile, I Read More …

Autumn is in the passing. Let her pass. Read More …

Dearest,
I have read leatherbound anthologies in the lounges of great libraries and stoic academic buildings. Read More …