You Write Something With Substance If You Don’t Like It

Everyday, most hours, and often into the night, we are surrounded by other people. We are neighbors whose lawns share an invisible, yet, dividing line.    We are two panes of glass and eight feet apart as we crawl through traffic.  We bump shoulders as I enter a store and you brush past with your […]

The Tower

Each evening, Paris returned to the tower. Sometimes, he returned when the sun shone radiantly in the sky, and its warmth still lingered on the walls and windowsills he passed on his route home.  Many people were about at this time, scurrying around like beetles at their agendas and errands.  He passed a scholar on one corner, and […]