When I opened the mailbox, I recognized the address and scrawled signature immediately.
"He found me."
Posts filed under Writing
How A Thing Dies
I sometimes wish I was a cartoonist. Not that I have ideas for a cartoon, but it seems like a really great medium: so flexible and accessible.
Snowshoeing & A Haiku
There was a storm today, and afterwards I hiked around on untouched blankets of snow.
Source Documents of Fear, Loathing & an Obsession ...
When Rolling Stone showed up in my mailbox the other day, it was brittle and yellowed and 41 years out of date.
