It rained today. Not the nice kind of rain. Hot summer rain that steams And bounces when it hits the pavement. The frogs were in full voice In the hackberry trees. My sister captured a dozen last month and walked to the park to release…

Before you, there was time. Back when I was born, we…but ah! You will never understand back. Back is where the memories live. You will only know now, and your memories Will always be fresh and flow steadily by.   But if you should one…

When you are a writer and you get to be a certain age, the accumulation of a lifetime of experience, emotions, ideas, learning, and wisdom suddenly seems to want expression. I have written all my life, from as early as I can remember, but it…