Perhaps I heard her alarm beeping. I know I hear the shower as she turns it on. Auto-reflex – I pull my covers over my head, pretending the light from her room isn’t real. Unfortunately, it is. I know I must get out of bed. It’s the same activity of the morning, from day-to-day, whether…

All the leaves are gone. Standing, frozen, awaiting Heavy snow to adorn Their naked limbs, A delicate beauty.

Before we were old enough to go out and help around the farm, like our cousins, my brother and I would end up staying with Grandma. There was very little to do, so we quickly grew bored and that’s how we got in to trouble. Grandma raised chickens in a large coop out back of…

Tambor Adams was a natural-born complainer. His chief complaint being that he always wished he were someplace else than where he was now. Time and again, family, friends and co-workers heard him say, “I wish I wasn’t here.” It didn’t matter if he were in a fancy restaurant, his corner office at work, church, his…

Boredom got the better of me and I decided to visit a book store to have a look around. I didn’t buy anything as my wife says ‘One more book and I’m gonna do more with it than throw it at you.’ I believe her. “Not a bad-looking woman,” I thought as I passed a…

Love the long dusty road, Crunch of gravel Beneath boot and hoof. Come on friend, travel Down that dusty road, Where life awaits. Thirty-year old tractor, Fence posts, barbed wire, Barking ranch dogs, Kids doing chores. Heifer, hawk, coyote Down that long dusty road. Barnes half-fallen, Sun-weathered boards, Bailing wire, nails. Down that dusty road…

More like a river Than that of a man. Fast flowing water. No apologies For being untamed.

“i should be writing,” i keep telling myself. instead i sit here at my computer listening to the washing machine beat the crap out of the bed linen. stumped for a subject, something not political, i surrender to my baser needs and wander down my hallway to make myself a sandwich; bologna and pepper jack…

It was an early Monday morning, around three or so, when a man came into the air base’s emergency room, doubled over in pain. I was working the intake desk as well as assisting in medical situations when needed. “I am so badly constipated, I can’t stand up,” he complained. As I scribbled down his…

We had only recently moved to Klamath, California in 1964, coming from Mather Air Force Base, in Sacramento. My family arrived following the devastating tsunami that slammed into the North Coast, but before the massive flooding caused by endless days of rain along the coast and foot-after-foot of snowfall in the mountains. It was either late…