If I can tell you, honestly.. I hate weather tellers.  They have a job, always, always in wrong.  […]

Overhead.  Always the death to Self-publishing.  Well, and the coffees I get in the morning, afternoon [T/TH].  But […]

Singing, sliding glass Letting morning, frozen clef, Measures. Onto clock. Motor, descend. End with another espresso– Hope new […]

7:26am.  Wanted a thousand words before 8, but I’ll take anything.  First element, observation needing response: this morning […]