The Ghost Book
~ by Charles A. Coulombe In midst of all, have I learned at last,present is embedded in the past.Sages say that the tree is bentas the seedling is, by nature, sent. Hunting, riding, friends I…
Day: April 27, 2020
A Writer’s Life
I scrawl my scattered dreams on screeds of paper. They drift and tumble about me like fading weeds in the wind… shallow rooted, stunted and unfinished. Then you step in. Scarred hands catch, to sift…