drmstream[writing]

Worldly suc­cess has been elu­sive as has been sup­port where I live and work which makes me think I have mis­used my gifts.  Eas­ily refuted by rea­son and not a very exclu­sive club either. There’s going to be an end, a time when the lights go off, the vapor of life expires.  Then the brushes […]

When I was 14 or so, my father  reclaimed a sail­boat that had been left untended for years on a trailer under the trees near our house. The open deck had been closed in by a waxed, mildewed can­vas cover. Under the moss and grit that cov­ered the hull, the wood was still sturdy and sound. […]