When Joe Walker returns home from business to the small coastal town of Shelter Hook, he is looking forward to some overdue time off. His weekend starts off well enough but his dreams of sharing a quiet lover's reunion weekend with Maggie Richardson are quickly upset by events that draw him into one mystery after another. Curious and puzzling complications weave their way into a weekend that he could have never foreseen. Add in the return of a former friend for whom Joe now has nothing but bitter contempt, the ominous comings and goings of close friends, and the dark undercurrent of nearly...
When Joe Walker returns home from business to the small coastal town of Shelter Hook, he is looking forward to some overdue time off. His weekend star...
A collection of poems that have no connective tissue except for their fall to Earth. That floating dust that sometimes settles on the table and offers my words a place in time when I have no pen and paper.
A collection of poems that have no connective tissue except for their fall to Earth. That floating dust that sometimes settles on the table and offers...
My ancestors gave me the endless dreams of passions and curiosities that are presented and remembered in the often traveled space that lies between night and day. Those dreams recreate the infinite theater in the floating dust that sometimes settles around me and offers my words a place in time when I have no pen and paper. Like those dreams, I have found that redundancy seems to happen over and over again. As with all obsessions, this is an incomplete collection.
My ancestors gave me the endless dreams of passions and curiosities that are presented and remembered in the often traveled space that lies between ni...
One does not need eyes to see. Everything is personal. Each spirit sees things from its own perspective or does not see at all. I often find myself at odds with the perceptions that my brain receives and it is in those moments that my imagination stirs. I become No One...the constant observer. This infinite world is my transportation to the wonder of existence, both obvious and obscure.
One does not need eyes to see. Everything is personal. Each spirit sees things from its own perspective or does not see at all. I often find myself at...
