Uncle Park

Uncle Park

He was a renaissance man of all things cool – bush pilot, motorcyclist, electric guitarist, pool shark, gymnast, mechanical genius, high-diver, general bad boy, and smooth ladies man – he even built a race car for Paul Newman. All the fantastic stories...
Obsession

Obsession

What’s the measure of obsession – when beauty’s luster pales to gloom? Is it wasted flower petals, river boatwrecks under a moon? Is it love letters from baby turtles read aloud to bashful girls, Or earrings strung and pasted with paper clips and...
Orange

Orange

I’m in an orange stage of life. What it means, I’m not exactly sure, but I find myself accidentally or half-consciously or intentionally under the influence of orange. It fringes my days, creeping into my mind and coloring my mood with a burnished self-consciousness....
Audrey of Mulberry

Audrey of Mulberry

Aubrey H. in Italy Little, Caffe Roma’s bright wall-flowered festoon/ Sprayed so high upon Mulberry, a sweep of color on corner Broome/ Black & white were you always, on silver screens and in my mind,/ But slashed with paint now are you, Audrey, a creature of a...