I grew up thinking that the world was full of buried treasure—that just about every town had its own secret shipwreck story or a hidden...

A chilling gust through windows shuttered. An angry whisper where none could be uttered. An unseen guest, a slamming door Unwanted,...

(Author's note: I'll probably leave most of the old poems and ponderings from my last web site out of this blog--mainly because a lot of...