Unemployed Imagination.

Close your eyes. It's not happening. Of course, you're not stupid. But you have learned to play the mind. There are tricks and hidin...

You hide in bramble bushes and half-wit cynicism. You look at life through your own prism, but it's black and white and reeks of backhan...

Drake sat with his elbows on the bar and his mind thirty years back, picking at the scabs of memory. He took a sip from his beer and lit a c...

He held the trout gently, hand under its soft belly, and he spoke to it in his heavy accent. Alright, fish. Let's make this good and eas...

It is in the greening of new things. Soft down and the smell of hay. It is in the shaft of light that comes through that barn high window. T...

I'm so sick and tired of the same old thing. And yet I crave routine's complicity. I live in the dark, but it's a murky kind of ...

The man sat on the rock, motionless. It was as if he was part of the rock, but every few minutes he would shift, resettle. The gulls around...