Writing In The Crosshairs

Déjà vu may be the death of me. 15 years ago, my car and my body were in much better shape. Hurricane Rita really did a  number ...

There I was driving down a rainy rural road on a blood run, listening to my latest audio book ... when to my horror,  I heard that...

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08G8VMMYD/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=french+quarter+requiem+audio&qid FRENCH QUARTER REQUIEM i...

I heard sobbing at work today. Not crying.  To me, crying is surface pain.  Sobbing is heart-deep . A dying friend.  No...

We tumble from womb to tomb ...     from one blackness towards another,         remembering little of the one and              kno...

 "I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe.  If I cannot...