My cover art came from a meditation session. I have learned that when people talk about memories their eyes often go up and to the left. My cure is a constantly growing collection of puzzle pieces. The face of the Buddha is serene but like everyone behind the face is a constant jumble of thoughts and experiences. The glasses? Well, you know....
I just added a new essay at nwfolks.org about the failure to create a Jan 6 Commission. I think our country is in great peril.
I just posted a story about love, lust and obsession in the age of the cell phone. Enjoy.
She has eyes the color of hoarfrost. White skin, not albino, but damn close. I had decided that for my sanity to stop writing about her. My shrink said it would help. He was wrong. I looked forward to