Wildfires 

I looked up to see the fires burning coming down the hill facing my father seated at his bay window looking out over the life he built, a life he gave his children, the future of our children, an American Dream bought of Italian immigrants to carrying the great Italian grapes to the fertile fecund […]

Rings a bell

that rings a bell But then the bell never went off Shed forget  Back TO being a stranger  Recluse  Agorophobic station wagon collapse  off the ever-resolate I-05 We all gotta go sometime. That hardly provided any comfort, like an expiration date, what exactly is it preventing? Equally maleficent, the warning label, the disclaimer, the we might […]