HISTORIES
MYSTERIES
what more will you say
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
HISTORIES
MYSTERIES
what more will you say
But somehow, I manage to write without it.
a strike
a-waiting
a match
their anger should really be turned at themselves
fog
clouds
ICE
WATER
the worst of two ideas
yes, more than worse
you forker
An afternoon at the beach.
Sunday noon with my darlings at Lobster in the Rough.
Dining in the Smoking Garden.
Even not having to drive anywhere, especially when it’s snowing and the wood fire’s just right.
Curled up with a good book.
Many of the books in my personal library arrived in the newsroom as advance reading copies, intended for reviews or perhaps mention in a column, except that we rarely printed one of those. Instead, the freebies went out on a shelf for first-come to be first-served.
For the book publishers and authors, it was a huge waste of money.
In addition to the two books I’m offering for free at Smashword’s big July-long sale, you can pick up a copy of my new Hamlet: A Village of Gargoyles poetry collection at just half-price.

It really is worth a visit.