Xenon’s Way
Allow me to stitch together a few of Xenon’s words. Some I jotted down on the fly and on 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 …
Take a close look at the image above. It was painted by F. L. Blackstadius around 1866, and represents a …
There, in my last post, ‘Life: The Great Passing Through’, I went and did it. I outed the G-word, at …
Look around you. Or better yet follow me outside and let us take a look around together. Outside my back …