The Mediating Shell
Ankle deep ocean water bubbles over with frothy, white suds – like diamonds massaging the meeting place of land and sea. A little further...
From The Fire
Why would you go to an art museum? Because you’re beau monde, sophisticated by cultural appetites – a refined intellectual with an index...
Fourth of July
Flags will wave. Children will clap. People will sing. Bands will play. Parades will march. And red rockets will soar, splashing the sky...
The Communion of Blueberries and Saints
The Azalea Festival, the Shrimp Festival, Spot, Strawberry, Watermelon, Lantern, The Ocean City Jazz Festival, The North Carolina...
For Gourd's Sake
Maybe it’s just me, but I think a curious person who sees thousands of gourds neatly stacked along the side of the road on Walden’s Ridge...
Pulling off the Road
In 1956 a terrible thing happened that most of us take for granted today. The Federal Aid Highway Act was passed and construction on our...
The Unimportant Life
Every step broils ungodly pain in my legs. Up – Up – Up. I’m quite certain death is near. First there are beads of sweat, then trickles...
Through the Shadows of Ghosts
The mannequins of the Biltmore arrest my thoughts – a haunting appearance of shadows fading darker, existing less. They are ghosts...
If Asheville Goes to War
If Asheville goes to war, the world will be gasping for and wheezing with the last good breath God deposits into the collective nostrils...
Sharon's Rose
When John Keating lectured his students in the hallway at Welton Academy he had Mr. Pitts read Robert Herrick’s famous poem, “To the...