There is a pervasive state of decay to this city. The relentless heat and moisture tear everything from structures to streets slowly apart. There is a charm in that though. Life goes on, sometimes ending, but always rising in another form.
Bug
Drama No. 23
The rain was drizzling down on the corner across from the Clover Diner. An...
Marshall Square Park
We had been at the hospice with Dave's mother all that week. I stopped to take this as we...
It's That Time Again!
Yes, yes... it wouldn't be Autumn, or November for that matter, without our now annual...
Condi-sensation
Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world She took the midnight train goin'...