Of Glass and Stones
The way it is with my husband and I is this: he’s got his shop to fix and assemble his works of art and craft, and I’ve got mine. Only […]
The way it is with my husband and I is this: he’s got his shop to fix and assemble his works of art and craft, and I’ve got mine. Only […]
Copper River break-up The ice has not yet gone out on the Copper River. I’ve come out to our cabin to spend time working on my writing, without distractions,
Poetry arrived….in search of me. I don’t know… I don’t know where it came from, from winter, or a river. I don’t know how or when… -Pablo Neruda I love
I wrote this story when I was 24 years old, after working “round up” at a friend’s family ranch near Rawlins, Wyoming. My first third rate romance, or maybe a
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