she says, is my kinda macho -- eyes coursing the bellowing plains of the page like Sythian horsemen, and when I lean to be near, his voice growls wild honey, clenching thought sure as fists on rope, pommel or rose, a wrestler with joy, I’d plunge the tunnels down to hell, for those hands to … Continue reading A Man Who Reads Poetry
The Sandbox of Old High School Memories
“Remember Di Whilsawl?” Brent said. “You mean that hottie who was here Junior year?” Ferdie perked up. “Yeah, I think Junior.” “ooohweee,” Ferdie said, “when she walked, she WALKED.” He swung his shoulders. “Oh, sweet Jesus,” Gail said. “There isn’t anything either of you could say about her except she had tits and a can … Continue reading The Sandbox of Old High School Memories
On Reflection:
On reflection it seemed appropriate to drop this photo in response to the July 24 Ragtag Community Word of the Day Prompt.
How a carbon tax could fight poverty and climate change at the same time — Anthropocene
Putting a price on carbon could help low- and middle-income countries alleviate poverty and improve their citizens’ lives, a team of German researchers reported July 16 in Nature Sustainability. The researchers gathered data on how much it would cost to fully implement the United Nations’ Sustainable Development Goals (SDGs) in 68 different countries. The SDGs… I … Continue reading How a carbon tax could fight poverty and climate change at the same time — Anthropocene
On the Trail to Hidden Lake from Logan Pass Visitor’s Center
Under an empty sky and blank rock, a thousand little fragments trudge along a plank path to appreciate what is hidden. Are there billy goat trolls hidden under this bridge to beyond? Something always is hidden beneath or beyond belief. Under the hollow path is nothing but shadow and the clomp of a thousand fragments … Continue reading On the Trail to Hidden Lake from Logan Pass Visitor’s Center
Why Pete Direpall Sometimes Ducked out the Back Door
Pete Direpall ducked back into the bank. Usually when somebody ducks like that they are hiding from a creditor or an X or a naughty girlfriend. But this was not the case for Pete Direpall. After thirty years of usury, he was rich beyond belief. He could use thousand dollar bills for toilet paper and … Continue reading Why Pete Direpall Sometimes Ducked out the Back Door
Arnie’s Wall
The little people were not welcome. But they came. They sat in the rocks of the Arnie’s wall, trilling and ducking into the gaps between the rocks whenever Arnie opened the door or came around the corner of his house. They had turned the gaps in the rocks into doorways to their homes. They ate … Continue reading Arnie’s Wall
Maria Joseph and the Hills Like. . . .
Del Darlson leaned on his shovel and watched the muddied water burble across the dry alfalfa field. What it murmured he could not say, but he heard the unmistakable laughter of a certain young woman. Above him the clouds unraveled and reraveled the shape of her face, her long slender arms, an angle of her … Continue reading Maria Joseph and the Hills Like. . . .
Of All the Ways
Of all the ways to open— blackbird on post—oke-n-leedr red winging away
How Loud Does a Thirty-Two Finned Fish Whistle Blow?
How and why and when Jonas Ammitian caught the biggest rainbow trout in the world is in part because of the man he met in a bar in West Bench, Montana, but mostly because of the kerfuffle being made of his life at the time. Jonas was not even a fisherman. He was a plain, salt … Continue reading How Loud Does a Thirty-Two Finned Fish Whistle Blow?
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