An Obscure Little Art School In Pittsburgh Pennsylvania
My memories are being dredged by someone who wants information. Snippets of color. Riffs of music. Phrases from a book. Sketches. Conversations. Random addresses. Facts. All surfacing from the black…
Smoke
It fills the air. And my lungs. There is no escape - even though I am a hundred and fifty miles away from the burning. The smoke drifts in my…
Remembering Yesterday
The sky has been fairly dramatic the past few days - we even had some early rain the other day.
