The Light, The Dark
So here’s me, holing up in a stormy Caribbean Hotel a la Bogey in Key Largo, sweating bullets, waiting for the storm to come, falling in love with the woman you don’t want to know, all the while the homeless Seminoles who do the landscaping are pounding on the front door to let them in [...]
Those Eyes…
It hadn’t hit him yet. The character in the book he had stolen from the library, a Hemingway failure by all standards, didn’t know she, his young love, was already gone, though still she stood before him, eyes rearing up big diamond sutra tears. She knew. She knew long ago. And our reader supposes Hemingway’s [...]
