Your Voice
They said your voice was too soft, your hands too small, your fingers too delicately thin, your stature too slight, your hair too straight and...
Home is a Memory
Home is a memory, never a place. A sliver of time, we randomly embrace. Not confined by four walls, it’s a peaceful moment. We conjure...
A Little While Longer
In a few dozen years, when beating hearts subside, your memory will fade, dulled, diluted, subtly aged; but never really lost, to true listening ears,...
Shortypman
Shortypman: Words and Photos in paperback
Recent Comments