Richard Chennault
Sally was precocious. Each moment to her was poignant and new. Little bundles of happiness bubbled in her and opened up like blossoms in a field of flowers. She held within her the exuberance little girls are in that age between child and woman. In her heart was joy, in her hands warmth and in … Read More “Milk and Toast” »
The day was full of wind and clouds. A light rain had come with the morning and by afternoon the promise of spring was palatable in the air. Still the clouds and the wind played with one another chasing after each. The sun gentle and warm pressed golden fingers of warmth against the clouds trying … Read More “Wind and Ashes” »
It was bright. It was the hard shine of heat and cactus. Sun sharp with corners and angles. I don’t like bright. It exhibits. It brightens dark things. It makes me edgy. I was doing a job. A job in the day. I hate it that way. To much potential. Potential for being heard. Potential … Read More “Vodka, Neat” »
Ya Ya passed away in our arms today resting peacefully. He will be sorely missed by family and friends. He was only nine years old when he passed. We all love you Ya Ya and miss you. Rest in peace.