Bridging Brooklyn
In a winter weary park, purple crocus bloom. Bright sun makes a liar of the snow and slush of two days ago. For the past week, I’ve been an honorary […]
Brooklyn
Grave Talk
Another Friday the 13th is fast approaching, bringing Stephen King thoughts. I admit to occasionally imagining plots that tend toward the horror genre with cemeteries, aliens, demon possession. I think I could write […]