Sunday Morning in Santa Monica (From Path of Fire, 2002) A bus stops, doors open and close,then roars on, trailing a cloud of black smoke.A young man leans his head against the window pane. Next to a shopping cart stuffed … Continue reading →
Last night, in Wettswil, Switzerland, we had a rainstorm, followed by snow and mixed in with it a huge flash of lightning and thunder. Very odd combination. Today, the sun is shining and the sparkling snow-covered trees all of a … Continue reading →
It’s time for a poem. This one is by ten-year old Miranda, daughter of the brilliant author Scott Nicholson (see my blog entry about The Skull Ring, 3/3/2010). Miranda obviously walks in her father’s footsteps. She is an aspiring writer, poet, and photographer. … Continue reading →