……to rhyme with! Moon, June, spoon, buffoon, croon, loon, noon, soon, toon, The moon, with all its crags and miasmas, all its myths and legends, with all its poisons and poetry, remains the deepest symbol of romance. And I maintain…

The moon is love, not romantic. Romance is superficial; outward affections without any substance or commitment, and limited to only one kind of love that we experience in our lives. It's purely the moment and not the dedication and effort…

She got off the boat and stepped into the unknown. Would she achieve her purpose? Would she fail? Would they laugh at a girl with nothing more than a wicked scar and a missing eye. What if they laughed at…

The kitchen was the kind of cookie cutter kitchen cookie cutter houses of a certain strain, the lower-middle class strain, have. Cheap particle wood cabinets linoleum tiles squares on the floor, small brushed steel fridge and small brushed steel and…

The wind has stopped howling. The air is still. Across the darkening blue sky, the full moon is arcing over the ecological preserve, hundreds of acres without lights or buildings, only the primordial marshland. Ridgeway's rails, the endangered bird that…

The truest of truths is that there is nothing as certain as the fact That nothing is Certain! Plus which, we all also know that this universal uncertainty contains as many possibilities for pain as for pleasure, thus adding ….how…

As she stood in the entryway Kelly had the curious sensation, as you do at home when you walk into the kitchen and know that someone has just left, that this house had just been vacated by its rightful tenants.…

All the years undergound made Peony hungry to walk under the sun. Not the way the sun was now with it's interminable heat. As it was before when the oceans didn't lap over the coastal cities and the heat from…

Back in my Northwestern University days, because the Evanston campus was right on the beaches of the gorgeous Lake Michigan, we would all arrange our Spring semester schedules for as many free afternoons as possible then slather our bodies with…

We were travelling up north in Scotland. We were Navy cold warriors, drafted during the Vietnam War but still fighting Russia or shall I say the Soviet Union. The year was 1970 and I guess we were lucky to be…

skin burning hairs hardening all the air crisp