The new frontier

      We entered from the north though I could not say with any certainty where we were. A small town, a dead town, a town with no future and no past worth remembering, its broad main street devoid of marker or traffic or vehicles or any sign of life other than the cartwheeling … More The new frontier

Disappearing acts

      Everything changes. Though it’s hardly an original concept it tends to take on a sense of immediacy once the tipping point loosely called middle age is reached, at which time it stirs in the ashes of personal history to rise phoenix-like into the light. Sometimes its appearance is welcome and at others … More Disappearing acts

The fog

      The phone jars us awake. I glance at the clock to see it’s past seven, exceedingly late for me.       “That’s not a good sign,” Lori mumbles.       It’s Peter. “The fog,” he says breathlessly, as if he’d been running a marathon or under the spell of some … More The fog

Chasing elusion

It’s always the same, you sit down to your first cup of coffee, sleep dragging at your gritty eyes, your list of to-dos exponentially long depending on the day of the week but set aside for a brief spell to collect your wits and infuse your sluggish gray matter with hard jolts of caffeine, and … More Chasing elusion