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    Wednesday, 13 June 2018

    Some time ago I learned that a close friend's friend was killed in the earthquake in Nepal. He was one of the climbers on Everest when the avalanche engulfed them. He was a climber. He didn't have to be there. He was a visitor who chose that time a...
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    Thursday, 17 May 2018

                            The village sleeps while a few coyotes prowl and scuff through the alley that passes for a dusty street. They own the night. We are only tenants here at the edge of the desert; close by the river. A light is on...
  • Posted in Blogs ·
    Sunday, 21 January 2018

      I was born only a few short miles from the Father of Waters. The Mississippi River is a constant presence in my psyche and my memories; always changing, always flowing, never exactly the same. It scoured and flooded our history. It was a demarcati...
  • Posted in Blogs ·
    Thursday, 30 November 2017

      Quietly slip over the edge; disappear without a trace. Follow the old trails.   The canyon trails are worn smooth by bare feet or reed sandals. Centuries old hand-holds are still there.   Trails wind down to hidden pools. Deep shade is ...
  • Posted in Blogs ·
    Wednesday, 22 November 2017

                                                             The fading season —                             when all the trees have darkened                             but before the snow —                             I build a fire in the grate      ...

Latest Comments

Rosy Cole We Don't Say Goodbye
23 June 2018
Much deep wisdom here. Thank you!To be honest, I'd rather never say goodbye... No matter what plans ...
Stephen Evans We Don't Say Goodbye
15 June 2018
Sound advice Ken.
Ken Hartke We Don't Say Goodbye
13 June 2018
I may have posted this before -- I sometimes need to revisit it. I occasionally need to give myself ...
Katherine Gregor Rise
12 June 2018
I like it!
Katherine Gregor R. R. R.
12 June 2018
I hope you're right. Thank you for your comment.

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