I only wanted to share this week’s slow fall of rain with you...

But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin? —Atwood The Moon asleep In a blue haze Up in the dark heights, And you somewhere Thinking of me Adrift in a jumble of lights. I regret

It was a dark, silvery afternoon…the wind howling at 90km an hour and I was headed to the lake to take pictures of the waves, of course. As I approached the Lake Erie shoreline, I caught glimpses of the

I was lying to myself when I thought I was lost, I have never been lost - I just wasn't ready to be found. ― Nikki Rowe Bonnie Always on the road singing country blues in bars isn’t exactly what Bonnie

Out with my pup For an autumn walk; The air sharp With the scent of fall; At dawn, the roofs White as a shroud, But no frost yet Upon the ground. Behind the houses Cloud towers billow, Argosies balloon

The wind makes you ache in some place that is deeper than your bones. It may be that it touches something old in the human soul, a chord of race memory that says Migrate or die - migrate or die. ― Stephen

The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive. ― Rick Riordan Robyn and I are on the trail of a serial killer and we've finally narrowed down his hunting

I really don't even know you, and yet, in my life, you are forever entangled; to my history, inextricably bound. ― Sarah Ockler Forever We had spent a golden day on the pond and I had opened up to Emily

Enchantment that is unrequited desolates the soul Jeannie Church I went to work for Ruskin House, a philanthropic organization that has been around for ages and hasn't seemed to change much with the times.

There is only one kind of shock worse than the totally unexpected: the expected for which one has refused to prepare. ― Mary Renault Regan I had misgivings about Mar going hiking with Charly and now I

I had doubts about Mar going out on her own hiking with Charly—I couldn't exactly say why but it was a grim reminder of Regan's fatal end. Regan's death also occurred in the fall on a hike with Charly.

I took a day To search for God And ended looking For your ghost. Drove past old streets We used to walk Wooden verandahs Where we used to talk. Everything narrow And confined Not open Like our moonlit

H. P. Oliver and HPO Productions are severing all connections with the Steemit website and its owners. To those who supported my efforts here, thank you. To everyone else, I quote Douglas Adams: "So

Late 1940s--Los Angeles After dark Hollywood Boulevard becomes a neon nightmare—a nightmare some folks never wake up from. Copyright 2018 Steve Eitzen – All Rights Reserved

Late 1940s--Los Angeles The LA basin is a desert. It was never intended to support a population of 1.5 million. That's why we steal water. Copyright 2018 Steve Eitzen – All Rights Reserved

Late 1940s--Los Angeles They just called him "Kid" 'cuz nobody knew his name. It made a short epitaph. Copyright 2018 Steve Eitzen – All Rights Reserved

Late 1940s--Los Angeles If they ever get all the corruption out of LA, there won't be anybody left to run the city. Copyright 2018 Steve Eitzen – All Rights Reserved

Late 1940s--Los Angeles If you meet a sweet, innocent dame in LA, don't bother askin' for her number . . . she's just passin' through. Copyright 2018 Steve Eitzen – All Rights Reserved

Late 1940s--Los Angeles There are more than a million people in LA, but you can still get lonely here . . . the worst kind of lonely. Copyright 2018 Steve Eitzen – All Rights Reserved

If you don't understand what's going on, go back to sleep. We don't need you anyway. (I just included the Johnny Spicer logo so you'll think this post is in character. Do not be fooled by this or anything