Hail to GraceHopers, Past and Present
I’m not finished with this idea of the GraceHoper yet, not by a long shot. If you didn’t catch my …
I’m not finished with this idea of the GraceHoper yet, not by a long shot. If you didn’t catch my …
Alternate title: The Ant And The GraceHoper Wannabee The busy weekend is over and presently I am driving the backroads …
The poetry open mic was pretty much what I anticipated. A lot of lost hazy longing with a sprinkling of …
Sunday morning. On the way to groceries I pull into a Starbucks to while away an hour or so. The …
Allow me to stitch together a few of Xenon’s words. Some I jotted down on the fly and on the …
Long weekend. Time out from the City. Camping. Forested mountains, rocky snow-flecked peaks. Hiking paths leading to a rushing crystal …
Poetic interlude. A pause for the cause after the exertion of yesterday’s post. A brief surge of male potency, and …
I’m danged if I haven’t left a crucial typo up on the blog for upwards of a month! Boy, that …
I want to share with you something Xenon shared with me some three or four years ago now. He and …
The Fool. Straining towards the light of the sun, and moon, carrying his paltry few possessions in a hobo-bag slung …