From the Outer Banks to Roanoke, before the train ran throughBefore the White Man came then disappeared without a clueManitou caressed the land where the…
Where Writing Shines
Month: June 2025
Sweat beads formed, sticking my curly locks stick to my brow. I moved away from the old man, but my brain hung on his words.…
Glasses clinked against wood as patrons of the Crow’s Coin Tavern finished out their working days with liquid relaxation. Most were seated pair by pair…
The abandoned Spanish mission was exactly where the old man at the tavern in Port Royal had marked on his map. The ceilings had collapsed…
I found a photo on Unsplash, but I didn’t expect it to set off our Creative Telephone project. I originally shared this image with Adam…