Daddy taught me all that I should know long before I started losing teeth. So by tender age of five or six, I sincerely held in my belief, the “Tooth Fairy” in name, was quite benign: A friendly capitalist, market-wise. So when I lost my molars, round age 9, well wasn’t I the model
When life throws everything at you Don’t drop the ball “Don’t drop the ball” “Blue 42 Set Hike!” A brown quarterback’s fingers Tighten around the white laces Of a football Roosevelt vs. Garfield They meet today Upon an annual battleground Where local legends Spell rivalry In defensive and offensive formations Upon this old field In
After two hours on the road, I see the wooden ‘Welcome to Nakusp’ sign. A big blue ‘N’ on a white background. The sign is weathered and worn and very much like how I feel as I travel highway 6 into town. “N” for Nakusp or “N” for numb? It is the middle of September
On the outskirts of the tiny village of Nakusp, in South Central British Columbia, sat an old barn with a gambrel roof. Once, it had been red but the paint had worn off and now the dry, weathered wood was ripe to be remade into chic furniture and sold to the seasonal visitors who
Senryū For The Artist Home is much better Don’t you agree? Much better To make art, instead Senryū For The Music Lover I do not care for The shouting in the streets Give me some Mozart Senryū For The Homebody I am a writer I am not an activist I’d rather stay home
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