Just Natural
“So,” I ventured, looking hesitantly at the wrinkled old man stooped before his easel, fiddling with a paintbrush. “What is the meaning of this new hieroglyph?” The man bent his Continue reading
Author: Russell Steven Powell
Walk Like A Painter
AN INCH OF POWDERY SNOW fell Friday night, making Saturday morning’s walk one of the most beautiful of the winter. The slate sky with lilac on the horizon resolved into Continue reading
Hot Dog On A Roll
MY DOG IS ON A ROLL, literally. Though I have varied my routes on our afternoon walks and attempted greater vigilance, Molly has managed to find some disgusting thing to Continue reading
