Never Squat On Your Spurs
There are two ways to fix your brakes and neither one works. A lesson from high school revisited upon retirement.
A place to walk with trees
There are two ways to fix your brakes and neither one works. A lesson from high school revisited upon retirement.
I used to hate painting until some St'at'imx anger management helped me get a burr out from under my saddle.
You can give a boy a shoeshine kit but you can't change the fact he's a hunter/gatherer.
On finding your family, pondering hidden siblings and a tribute to my friend, Ms. Judy Joe.
Man’s best friend meets a man of constant sorrow on the Rainbow Bridge, ladies sing, a lesson is learned and a torch is passed.
Unwrapping Christmases past. Featuring: "A Child’s Christmas In Wales" by Dylan Thomas.
Two poems from 1976. Inspired by and dedicated to the Fraser Canyon and the spirit that moves throughout this region where I live.
On twirling sunwise and a Nepalese widdershins bear. A hop farm worker looks at etymology.