Letter From Far Away
Lying on the muddy ground outside the post office this morning: a single, folded sheet of blue stationery. I pick it up and read. It’s a letter dated November 1985. I don’t get very...
Monthly Archive: February 2017
A Pleasance
We all need someplace to go or at least I do your private Idaho is way too crowded nowadays and the America everybody’s shouting about doesn’t sound so great so I’m gonna go to...
Nobody Has
On the internet I stumble upon the obituary of an old friend and mentor, Carroll F. Terrell, or “Terry” as he preferred. He died in 2003, in his eighty-seventh year. I remember at the...
The Glory Hole
It was good sport back in the day to make the trip up to Berryessa and ceremoniously toss one’s hopes, dreams, and ambitions into the Glory Hole. Then came the drought and the glory...
A Winter Idyl
It’s Sunday in February and the snow is coming down, the town plow has not come through, there’s no going anywhere so I grab from the shelf my big red anthology called American Poetry...
The Art of Writing
There’s no accounting for some things, maybe all of them, for instance, why the banking industry should target me as a likely prospect for their Harley-Davidson Visa card and send an application in the...
