Painting the Town

John Robert Brown was as average as possible. He drove a secondhand automobile, subscribed to the Evening Standard, and worked nights at the local clothing factory oiling machinery. He no longer owned a prosperous farm in the wheat belt--the world was changing, and cities were the new pastures.I can smell it coming, Old Isobel had … Continue reading Painting the Town

Lila’s Eagle

Lila forgot it was winter,That day when the sun threw rainbows at the flying snow,The trees swayed in harmonyAnd the sky burst blue. It was a day for wandering, forClimbing fences andTumblingThrough fields,Making angel scenes to wave hello toGod. Chasing a startled deer twixt fir stands, sheStumbled over hidden roots,Skinned hands raw on bark and … Continue reading Lila’s Eagle

To See A Sunrise

Adam locked his borrowed bicycle to the viewpoint bench and sat cross-legged on the smooth wood, facing the ocean. Another beautiful morning; they always were. The sky held a pastel promise of dawn—pale violet fading to salmon pinks, burgeoning orange on the horizon. Fluffy clouds floated over the scene, and a magpie’s sweet song chortled … Continue reading To See A Sunrise