A Sunday Walk comprised of Great Joy

Walking is an antiquated mode of travel, to be sure. And homo sapiens seem to have left it in a lonely cloud of earth killing carbon. There are folks in my neighborhood who will drive the seven miles to the bar for a beer and a gossip with pals, but will not walk 100 yards … Continue reading A Sunday Walk comprised of Great Joy →

This Land Rots

This land rots, The lark the boy shot

Redemption of Failed Intent

Summer fallow plot, cheat grass and pigweed tangle— wild sunflower yellow!

Bright and Sunny is the Landscape this Morning

1932, May 19 10 A.M. Bright and sunny is the landscape this morning. The apple blossoms lend sweet incense to the air. The lilacs, not quite out, dot the bushes with deep wine color amongst the clean new green foliage. The willows fringe the river with green. The mountains across the valley standing in majesty … Continue reading Bright and Sunny is the Landscape this Morning →

What Shape is This?

Spring will come; knowing this grows hope in winter, A grass under these thin drifts. Always spring has come with Her solace, Her winged sky her chick-a-dee in the willow. But comes a Spring with famine gathered in the gray skirts of this thin snow– Comes round at last, Her dark birds gyring a desert … Continue reading What Shape is This? →

Denny and the ADA

The waiting area for flight Delta 3332 was absolutely mobbed. It was standing room only. There were squalling kids, frazzled mothers, and fathers so deeply in denial they were either nose deep into Red October or scanning the flesh. There were the usual assortment of business travelers, leaning over the laptops proped on their knees, … Continue reading Denny and the ADA →

Rain Comes

“ForthelovaGod, Micky” Eunice said from the crack in the door, “You’ll catch your death.” Mike heard her but did not turn. It was raining. Not just a high skirted wisp of clouds trailing across the sky with more promise than water, but a full throttle, fine spray, all day rain. He stood in it. He … Continue reading Rain Comes →

A Man in Search of a Squirrely Dictionary

Most people familiar with the squirrel, think of a bushy tail and backyard bird feeder robbery. The squirrels of most urbanite’s experience nest in trees and scold other people for the most innocuous behavior. They are very territorial and have been known to yell at people for no more apparent reason than that the person … Continue reading A Man in Search of a Squirrely Dictionary →

Report from the Mountains

The other day El Nosibor was moved to walk a mile. A walk of a mile would do his aching lungs good, it would build character in his 70 year old soul, it would build heart muscle, leg muscle. It would pump much needed oxygen to the muscle with which he makes up his stories. … Continue reading Report from the Mountains →