(August 1977) White water. Faster. Harder. Ice water And rocks. Riffles, Big And small, Bouncing the little kayak. Throwing it about. Down, Then up again. Twisting In tormented waters And hidden rocks. Crashing. Dashing in the water. Sinking, Rolling the raft about. Finished. It’s done. Thank God! The kayak is gone, Fractured and disappeared. But…

(July 1977) Blond hair; Knotted and snarled. Blue eyes, Only one leg. Thirteen years old. Her doll; Since she was two. It’s no good. But it’s highly prized. Memorable value. She says she’ll throw it away, But she won’t. She can’t. It hurts to much. Throw out a piece of life? Remembering. All smiles. The…

(July 1977) Past the gate, Up the walk way. Forward. Walking. Advancing slowly. Her and I. Hand in hand. Watching the sea, As well as each other. Quiet. Waves, Crashing over the wall. Spraying us. Wet, But we don’t care. Onward, In the distance, begging gulls. Crying, As they take flight. The end-most of the…

(May 1977) Dissidents. Soviets’ As well as Jewish. International pawns. Pawns in a game. Olympians they are not. Spies. Espionage. A deadly game; Not a sport. Convicted, Against their nation. Eight hard years And more. Trapped. The world is shocked. Appalling; Human rights rejected. People will rally; Praying for freedom. Freedom fighters? Revolutionists? Without weapons,…

Heading south on U.S. 375 past Rachel at around 70 miles an hour and in between Bald Mountain on my right and Mt. Irish to my left, I noted a set of brighter-than-normal headlights quickly coming up from behind. They had to be moving closer to 100 miles per hour as they quickly drew up…

It happened somewhere around Santee, California. I am not certain, because I was actually lost. It had been a number of years since I had driven those freeways in southern California and I missed an exit and long before I knew it I was miles off course. I ended up with a large crack in…

For years we have heard how the First Amendment of the U.S. Constitution separates church and state. This is not true. The First Amendment reads in part: “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion or prohibiting the free exercise thereof…” It is interesting to note that the sentence is constructed in very…

(July 1996) I can’t help but get all jacked Up when I look back To see what I’ve become With things said or done. An’ how each season Brings on new meaning An new reason. Time’s an endless set of cycle That Mother Nature won’t forget Weather, Dry or wet, Rain or shine, Where time…

(May 1977) Yellow bits of metal. Soft And shining. Everyone likes it And all want it. Wash gold; The vein still hidden. Hard work. Panning And sluicing. Four months, Allowed for dredging. Mother lode. Troy ounce. Twelve to the pound. Digging. Sore arms And tired back. A shovel And a pick-ax. Still nothing. Still dredging…

(August 1976) Damp morning air, It fills my nostrils. Running water, It fills my hearing. And she fills my mind. We are together, In nature. The boat is launched. Moving, With grace. The wind; Cold and wet. Yet refreshing. We huddle beneath our yellow blanket. Keeping warm. Foggy morning mist. The hills; Rocky banks, Running…