"Same. Smaller. Quieter." That's how my daughter described her dad when I inquired how he was doing yesterday then, this aft...

Naples, Italy Why take the stairs when you have a blue bucket? Daily life in an old world.

Basel, Switzerland This "music" was coming from within a 700 year-old cathedral where this lion was embedded in the door. T...

Hello moon . . . . . . old friend.

Beautiful sunset tonight. The cicada are singing . August is their time. A frog joins them; another welcome voice as summer draws to a close...

The neighbor's roof line, dark against a lightening sky, high streak cloud catching pink. I am on my second cup of coffee. The magpies...

Now or never squawk the parrots flying over the house. I yell back, then never!

I'm melancholy tonight so I came here to sit under the palm fronds and tangled wisteria vines embracing the cafe terrace just off the...

A flame is quietly wavering above the clear pool of melted wax cupped in the top of the stubby green candle on my desk. A new nova was ...

No one is coming, Mother. It is a long way up the hill to visit her. I don't know how many times I have made the trip in my mind....

I'm frazzled from going in circles all day so I'm off for an evening bike ride. Maybe it will help.

I can only take so much of even my own ire, the yelling camp to camp, idea clashing against bloody idea, the frenzy of who is right, who i...

She was my first friend when I left home. She had an indomitable spirit and kind heart. Michael Ferguson and Lynne Hughes The Cha...

Couldn't sleep. Too many ideas running around my head. So I got up, made a cup of cinnamon tea and dinked around on the synthesizer for ...

I hate beginning with "I" but that's where I am at tonight, in my head, mulling things over. I've been getting rid of more...

I put the two black pens back in the cup. The green pen is still out but has moved. It is now laying in the small pool of light coming from ...

My office is a mess. I pick up a piece of paper and move it to another part of my desk. A green pen rests precariously on a pad of paper. Tw...