
Running to Running From
Friday morning. 5 a.m. A soft pink dawn is lightening the bedroom. The cicadas are gone... Read More
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Friday morning. 5 a.m. A soft pink dawn is lightening the bedroom. The cicadas are gone... Read More
When the predawn lightens the room, birdsongs begin. The constant car alarm scream of the 17-year cicadas... Read More
New Orleans. Why have I never visited? I guess I thought it was all about parties, and I'm not a partier... Read More
It is a chilly bright blue morning up here. The wood fire is almost out. I looked and there was a big... Read More
Has winter broken? Has the fever broken? I am at a hotel. For the first time in over a year... Read More
It is September. There have been some cool days. The nights are certainly cool... Read More