There are many places that were described by different writers time to time to have been their favourite retreat, but mine is not a retreat passe.I will say, a place in time to rest my head from al
It was a time I remember that eavesdropping paid off. And I thought my ears were plugged with excess earwax at the time. But the universe provided means that evening to detect the words flowing fr
It all began one sultry night in a bar in Venice Beach, California. The roofless space fused cigarette smoke, the salty stench of the sea, and the cologne masked sweat of three men surrounding me.
The rigging sang on a broad reach. The sea and sky on a misty morning were without edges as the rising sun sprinkled diamonds on the dew swept bright work and gold on the white
My birthday gift from three loving friends is two hours from home. I drive under clear blue sunny skies to a beautiful bungalow for three days of writing. Here I bask in comforting serenity and
Between the deep, offshore loading platform in the San Francisco Bay where the tall tankers load the oil we Americans love and hate, and a lagoon in the Miller-Knox Shoreline Park in Pt.
