CHET BAKER author

The stylish yeoman stomps in from the midnight raging squall through the heavy wooden door. Above him, the spectral serpent sits perched...

Stubborn few leaves still cling to branches against the cold wind blowing down from the peaks to the west. The young woman stands in the...

I shiver in a cold morning drizzle under low-hanging gray skies. Rainwater drips steadily from a willow tree to a headstone at my feet. I...