Month: March 2012

Recently one of the cardinals in my back yard performed a unique variation on his usual song. I was fortunate enough to be outside at the time, tying basil plants for drying. As I stood listening to his melody I recollected an experience I had had many years ago while traveling south on the Oregon coast highway.

?It is Michael,? she screamed in terror.

?Can you help my daughter?? Mrs. Gray asked desperately.

Michelle froze at the sight of Dr.Nelson. She gave a feeble cry as he took a sample of her blood.

?It Never Ends by Frank Joussen A single red rose in the middle. It?s a nice enough grave. Well, if

I haven?t seen the sun for weeks. Months really. Maybe one day last month. And everybody talked about how beautiful the blue sky was.

Amazed at the sight of the sun. Really?

Guapo by N. Fabal Name?s Guapo, I run the streets around here. From the Sedanos on Palm to the Red