Eight ball corner pocket.
I am focused, arm posed, on track,eyes locked on the goal.
“So we meet on Friday?” I asked.
They all have chapters with the colorful index
Repetition is The Rockies: compressed limestone and shaleMuch to love’s comparison…
Feeling badly about myself without any palpable reason, I sat with my scattered pile of books. A smattering of…
24 miles does not seem like a great distance when you are staring hard into the ocean’s heartlessness.
Lying on the bed to flatten my stomach enough to zip my jeans, I heard the ping of a text message. Instinctively, I thought, He canceled.
A familiar voice and a half familiar face Whose story I’ve just begun to trace. A comfortable stance with a friendly reach…