of roads taken and not taken…
Not far from here is my home of a number of years and the companion who comes along with it. …
Not far from here is my home of a number of years and the companion who comes along with it. …
I still think of her stepping daintily down the graveled drive, looking off to the West, stopping and listening and …
I came into puberty in the 50’s. At that time, no matter how tempted, nice girls kept a dime between …
Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind A restless wind that yearns to wander And I was born …
Morning breaks over the cluster of mills along the Poudre River. Already there is the smell of corn being ground and …
There’s a lot going on to think and write about. This afternoon, etching itself with a red-hot branding iron on …
I come fresh from a day filled with words, shaping prose to illuminate a history, speaking in tongues …