This eveningthe moon looks like  she wants to bum a cigarettebut she’s trying to quitand doesn’t want to go homeand have to explain the smell of smoketo anyone. Or maybe the moon’s flirtingwith me and doesn’t want to admithow she feels. To be honest,I don’t want to get into it either.Although I’m always looking there,to... Continue Reading →

Growing up in West Texas, I knew onlya land that was exquisitely flat, starklyhorizontal for as far as my vision stretched.And the azure vault of the skyremained perfectly uninterruptedin every direction of the compass.However, when I travelled for schoolto the ignoble State of Louisiana, I foundthe sky there much reduced.The bald cypress, slash pines, water... Continue Reading →