The Long Weekend…and Black Elk
Long weekend. Time out from the City. Camping. Forested mountains, rocky snow-flecked peaks. Hiking paths leading to a rushing crystal …
Long weekend. Time out from the City. Camping. Forested mountains, rocky snow-flecked peaks. Hiking paths leading to a rushing crystal …
The ebook revolution is slowly catching on. They are in coffee shops, on park benches, in campgrounds, everywhere. Hard core …
Poetic interlude. A pause for the cause after the exertion of yesterday’s post. A brief surge of male potency, and …
It was the middle of summer and we were celebrating our Grand Festival of Life. Everyone from the town and …
Just ink and paper. A means of conveyance. A way of transferring something from one person to the next. Value …
At Silvertip there’s another order of quiet stillness. The odd cawing of a raven, the angry chirruping of a red …
The Fool. Straining towards the light of the sun, and moon, carrying his paltry few possessions in a hobo-bag slung …
I fell into conversation yesterday with an elderly man who lives in an old age home across the street. He …