All Allan

Where am I going? The last day at the beach began with grace bestowed beneath an orange morning sky. The divine gifts of sunris...

In the summer of 1977 I moved from Boston to Atlanta, looking for a fresh start after three very punishing years of law school simultaneous...

I saw you When you were not looking  When you were not looking But you knew that I was.  I felt you  When you were not feelin...

I hear the voice that claims my name invisible being one and the same who is this man where did he go who did he touch ...

I The world only exists in my eyes, I can make it as big or as small as I want. I'm not sure what I'll do. I want to go places...

"I received this long, handwritten letter from a guy who lived on some island in South Carolina. I remember it was like this long cath...

I wish I had spent more time living than writing. More time happy, than sad. More time touching than looking, more time dancing than sitting...

I brought home a container of Italian gelato last weekend, a very unusual purchase for me. I don't do well with temptation, but if it ma...

“Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever he...

Sweep up I've been sweepin' up the tips I've made I've been livin' on Gatorade Plannin' my getaway Detroit, Detr...