Walter Glenn WinfreyChipping BricksIt was a brisk autumn. The leaves had begun to change and the cold could be seen on cheeks and noses. I was easing myself into a long day…Oct 31, 2018Oct 31, 2018
Walter Glenn WinfreyCounting Coffee BeansThere’s something special about that first shot of espresso. When it hits your tongue it’s like you enter a fresh consciousness: you can…Feb 16, 2018Feb 16, 2018
Walter Glenn WinfreyUntitledRichard was a forty-five year old man. He would wake up every morning to a scrambled egg, a slice of toast and a cup of coffee. He wore…Nov 30, 2017Nov 30, 2017
Walter Glenn WinfreyYou did nothing today.The feeling creeps into your eyelids and through your nostrils as you inhale disappointment. The sun sets. The stars return to the sky as a…Oct 16, 2017Oct 16, 2017
Walter Glenn WinfreyToday I want to be truthful.My words simmer in my mind like an egg on an Arizona sidewalk. The palm trees of my imagination give me shade but no rest from the heat of…Oct 7, 2017Oct 7, 2017