Short Story Sunday: Night Dogs
Constantine Jones sat on the bottom of the museum steps wondering what just happened. Earlier that evening he’d put on … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Night Dogs
Constantine Jones sat on the bottom of the museum steps wondering what just happened. Earlier that evening he’d put on … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Night Dogs
Today I’m going to attend a nude figure drawing class. I won’t be nude. The models will be. That is … Continue reading Nude
Wildlife count today: About a dozen turkeys, one coyote pup, an eagle, a hawk, several turkey vultures, bunches of lizards, … Continue reading Wildlife Count
Yesterday I saw to coyote pups playing behind my house. They were so precious playing just like dog puppies. They’re … Continue reading A Dog
“He clung to the edge of my heart like pond scum.” Lola sat back in the chair and stretched out … Continue reading Lost Love & Pandemic Excuses
Yesterday while I was at the art museum I looked at so many artworks by amazing female artists. Thank I … Continue reading A Man Should Have What He Wants
This afternoon I found a tiny baby coyote in my front yard. As soon as the little thing saw me … Continue reading The Subject of Relationships and Other Paranormal Concerns
Daisy became weary of the “family.” First of all they weren’t her family. Her family had been a father who … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: The Artist