There is a pervasive state of decay to this city. The relentless heat and moisture tear everything from structures to streets slowly apart. There is a charm in that though. Life goes on, sometimes ending, but always rising in another form.
Bug
Bug
There is a pervasive state of decay to this city. The relentless heat and...
Remembering
A friend died last week. I referred to her as my sister-in-law, even though she was really...
Duck inna Window
This was an anniversary present I don't know how many years ago from Dave. Wind it up and it...
The Day They Gave Brains Out
Late summer, 1998: The rain was whipping up outside my office windows. Hurricanes...