Unreliable Narrator – I don’t write to be read. Not exactly. I write to be present.

Found in Sidewalk Planter

Posted on October 6, 2019 by Bob Brussack

Day After Lorenzo

Posted on October 4, 2019 by Bob Brussack

Woman on College Avenue

Posted on October 4, 2019 by Bob Brussack

No Left Turn

Posted on October 2, 2019 by Bob Brussack

Pup in a Pouch

Posted on October 1, 2019 by Bob Brussack

poetry

Autumn Dreams

Posted on October 1, 2019 by Bob Brussack

The rain’s back from holiday,
 Settled again over and into stone,
Swaddling villages dreaming autumn dreams
 Along the Celtic Sea.

Window Cymbals

Posted on September 30, 2019 by Bob Brussack

Art on the Move

Posted on September 30, 2019 by Bob Brussack

View of Lucerne

Posted on September 29, 2019 by Bob Brussack

Catch Me if You Can

Posted on September 29, 2019 by Bob Brussack