The Hill

It was a rare time in San Francisco when the streets were nearly empty. It was an hour that was too early for pedestrians, too early for drivers, or anybody else without a bit of wildness in their blood – and for the crazies, the dealers, the junkies, […]

In Touch With a Song (repost from 2007)

In describing a particular character from the story, I was reminded of this writing from a couple years ago.   Gravity in reverse compels me to move to paste together words never seen before that echo an enchanted melody that rides upon a music older than earth and stone, existing, not […]