Dead trees guard them now Fallen too they weep for thee Their leaves rustle not
But alas, the moon sank behind clouds
Whatever you thought of me is true
That’s why I watched you fly away quietly
I love to create new worlds to explore, populating them with mysterious characters who harbor hidden agendas and conceal secrets kept darkly under the bed. Like an accomplished character actor, I savor the challenge of assuming different roles in life, living with the voices in my head, listening to their stories unravel and spill onto a blank page. Writing releases the pent up swirling chaos inside my head and motivates me to search for cracks in the air, where new realities avail themselves to a curious mind.
“Nothing perks up my curiosity more than an unsolved mystery that has eluded historians, linguists and cryptologists …”
“Morris Connelly, fragile, old and bewildered, sitting in a hand-hewn log chair, watched with astonishment the air shimmer inside the log cabin …”
Yes, I have a retirement plan: Learning to play guitar.