Tenderness like feathers, a pigeon walks the streets blind to traffic, not knowing every step could be its last. Cof...

The royal gardens stretch on forever. My wife says we can walk the grounds if I want, but I can tell her feet are sore. We stay near the...

They found truth flattened  under a large rock.  Armies of civil engineers  and all their equipment  strength and resolve to mo...

  I wish I hadn’t drank the bloody house dry! I say. I want to write today, but can’t without the juice. My friend John understan...

I am not  a simple man Not even close Ronnie. But I wish  I had your gumption. Your balls to see and tell the truth to all those ...

At the end you draw a line in the dirt. Was the life you lived and witnessed only a script  of your own making Or a series of mi...

I listen to the ballad  of the wind. The wind clings  to everything, from a toy car to an open book. Crops grow and l...