A warm tangerine sun sinks into its cloudless pink and violet hammock, dangling soft sunny legs over a summery young woman’s lounging nudity. Her dreams are running along the holiday seashore through glistening golden hues and wet-slapping sand, leaving deep moist footprints behind her… Read More »

You’re Not Alone, a piano solo played by Brian Culbertson is tickling my otherwise quiet surroundings from my stylish little Tivoli radio. Read More »

Congratulations to all of the Secret Contest winners and a warmhearted thank you to everyone who entered! Read More »

The sidewalks are blankets of soft white down marked by fate’s dark footprints running alongside wet runny black streets. Read More »

Sun-toasting yellows, and fallen sorrel leaves fan the sides of her shiny patent leather stilettos. Read More »

Ah… the joy of lingering between each written word… Read More »

A young man with medium length, wavy brown hair, and sun-kissed cheeks is standing in a line to use the ATM. Read More »

There is a sticky-stern colon mark sandwiched between two sets of numbers at the top of my computer screen. Read More »

The sun is slowly licking the front of my body with its hot moist tongue. Read More »

The year is 1983. The sun is shining. A man steps outside.

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