He was a renaissance man of all things cool – bush pilot, motorcyclist, electric guitarist, pool shark, gymnast, […]

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What’s the measure of obsession – when beauty’s luster pales to gloom? Is it wasted flower petals, river […]

I’m in an orange stage of life. What it means, I’m not exactly sure, but I find myself […]

Aubrey H. in Italy Little, Caffe Roma’s bright wall-flowered festoon/ Sprayed so high upon Mulberry, a sweep of […]

That’s me in the picture. It was taken at my old wooden desk on Penn Avenue that overlooked […]

My writing life – it implies that I’m a successful writer, which isn’t really true.  The first time […]

It’s sort of funny – not really the first thing that comes to mind when someone mentions “South […]

Quarter to midnight – I was sitting on my floor. Now I’m in line. It’s cold and it’s […]

GQ May – color confetti, cover jumped my eyes up in the aisle With that Gucci flower camo and J. Harden’s […]