A Vernacular Story

Paint on the floor and deep scratches, no doubt from the spurs on some local yokels’ cowboy boots; then the burns. (Who burns their floor?)

The Birthday

Surely, how one has lived one's life is a testament to a person’s existence, but the manner of one's own death? Is that also a testament of one's life?

Tortoise on the Run

With temperatures reaching into the low 90's in our Oven State and the heir apparent of creatures extraordinaire, I was brought a gopher tortoise by a bunch of my neighbors who had no idea why a one-to-five-pound tortoise would be running at lighting speed (for a turtle) through our streets and alley ways. We allowed... Continue Reading →

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