My 2002 Ford Focus (bright blue except for the patches of rust), my first Dell computer in its bag with pockets, and my supply of

Death, the dark tunnel to the unknown is the one thing feared by all. We fear it, along with the dying process, including cancer, gray

The yellow light slants in the western windows, falling onto the backs of the heads of the tenors, throwing long shadows onto the brown benches.

It’s Thursday morning. The coffee shop conversation of last night is still steeping in my mind like the coffee grounds swirling in the French press