Tag Archives: Literary Arts


When the Well Goes Bust, Ch. 11

Bikers weren’t known as early risers. Most rarely arose before noon. With the requirement to sleep off the effects of the previous night’s festivities, Harland sincerely doubted if they were…


@ 4:35

@ 4:35 escaping the office I see across the highway on the levee a sandaled fat man moving a mute stroller child, 2 fuzzy slobbering barkers leading the puffing woman…


A Walk in Philadelphia

On a new Philadelphia city street, how delicious that first stroll; I chide myself the fourth time I don’t much want to go. Just now my walk goes onto the…