As the end of 2020 looms, it would be natural to bemoan all the fallout from Covid-19. When it first broke onto the news scene…
Author of The Boomer Years & Cat Ranch
Author of The Boomer Years & Cat Ranch
Snow fence is gone A brilliant blue sky That hurts the eyes Bottle green waves crash the shore Hot sand dash in loose flip flops…
Summer day, hot and bright A promise of the shore Cerulean sky painted above Foam flecked waves on the horizon Plaintive cries of soaring gulls…
Like many children of the fifties, I grew up in the household of “waste not, want not.” This particularly applied to food. We were reminded…
Drowsy sounds. The sterile smell of an institution A blurred face moving toward me, a nurse Muffled voices over me “Stroke, poor old man.” A…
Recently, I had the pleasure of attending one of Brian Henry’s creative writing seminars. Brian is a professional editor from the Toronto area who shares…