Writings

What does the wind have to say? Does it have anything to say? Does it need to say anything?   A wonderful calm in a quiet breeze, the...

A little house aged and battered, white paint chipping under the sun’s gaze and storm’s tender rains. A hundred years of stories in these...

This old road bears the weight of life. Each crack a testament to a stalwart undertaking. This old road bears all, every strife, every...