POST CARDS FROM THE ROAD

I write of distance, about the people and the life of smoldering passions and sad laments, of faraway longing and unrequited love. Stories of journeys that take you from the High Plains of West Texas to dark and mysterious places. More than once you might see me chasing hearts and souls south across the Rio Grande, like an old story teller who can hold an audience around a campfire riveted untill the break of dawn. Stories that convey intimacy to a lover, or articulates that high lonesome feeling known to everyone who has ever hurt. So I hope that you will pull up a chair, cut a rug, or hit the highway. Your choice. I just want anyone’s journey here to be something worth remembering.