Waldport Library just got a new face, and the Staff aims to please!

Doesn’t have the horizon high or low, but still pretty good, pretty neat. Might be the Moon. Might be Klingons firing at me.

Cruz and I’re definitely coming from different places.

Publishing is like waking up on the sidewalk and your pants are gone.

She’s not yer basic fictional character. Nope.

Faye lives in a sinking houseboat near a Truck Stop bar

Foundation formed-up, but I don’t have the walls poured yet

A boy she knew in school.

Still flying? Damn right!

Jailene can definitely speak for herself.

The cemetery is directly across this abandoned section of Hwy 20

Black-body radiation

Rigo is skilled enough to re-point this kind of masonry; it is not his only skill.

You’re not supposed to be able to see her.

A better pet-owner story won’t be written not nohow.

Sylvia Beach isn’t a place name.

The body of my work is only supposed to exist.

Back when things weren’t so crazy.

I didn’t hear what The New Yorker’s Editor yelled. I think it was “Warning, Will Robinson. Warning!”

McDonald’s Corp. does appreciate.