Want
I certainly don’t consider myself a poet, but every once in a while I give it a shot. When I wrote “Want” as a poem, it was seven stanzas long, but it wasn’t very good. What I did have in my head, however, was the exact painting I
Being Still
We spend our lives worried about all that we need to do, and what we’re supposed to be doing with each day that might be more productive. But there’s something to be said for waiting. For being still. I wish I could go back and enjoy the things—
Late August
John eased himself into the driver’s seat of his Nova, parked in the lot behind Jack’s Burger Grille. He removed his sneakers and socks and felt some relief with his feet now bare. Rubbing his sore heels, he needed little convincing a man his age should not be
Before the Rain
Leonard pulled the nozzle from the gas tank, gave it a little shake, and placed the nozzle back on the pump. He looked through the station wagon’s rear window. He couldn’t believe all the bags Claire had packed. How long did she think they were going for? He