Introducing nine new, diverse and entertaining short stories including Nurturing Intelligence, reminding us that change often happens with a major disturbance, this time in a school principal’s office; Mimi, a question of love affair timing; Labyrinth, a tale of adroit financial maneuvering in the oil patch; Just Looking, a woman stalking married life; Border Town, swift seduction into an unexpected world; Career Day, listen carefully, these are your choices; MOs of the Human Animal, lighthearted behavioral studies; Solar Queane, the creation of a legend; and Outward Bound, the strange thing about naked knees and other observations.

      Estuaries is a collection of poems about human experience and its values along with the always present lingering questions that pass at one point or another through most everyone’s mind.

      Stillife, a work for Story Theatre in 14 Cinemagrams, is a treatment of connected windows into an individual’s mind for one moment of a late afternoon. We are the eye of the camera which enters each scene and explores its dimensions while the actors tell of linked events and incidents interwoven into this person’s life over a number of years. The dialogue of the many characters is written in script format for ease of following the action in each window or cinemagram. The story ends as the moment closes and Charlotte moves on with her life and we are left pondering the extraordinary complexity and beauty of the human mind.

Excerpt from Estuaries 

Back To The Tides 

Now that I have discovered sonnet form  I can include
the meanings found scattered through this life,

Meanings once divested from novel, opera, mural, delude
no more, their function done, as with a midwife.

What’s left behind can easily fit in my sea bag, still
half empty, room yet for one more slender volume - what does

one take when there are moments to decide - how to fill
a canvas sack - with what is . . .  or was?

Or will be?  I must save room for that bronze hammer, knife
and silver spurs, funny - he felt he had to have his axe
for Walden - strange thoughts to have while one packs

boots, heavy sweater, rough jacket, thick socks - one pair,
marlinspike and compass, this side pocket amply hides,
Soon I’ll be homeward bound at last, back to the tides.