It was long, a kind of dark gray (“black”) speckled fabric, sleeveless, reaching to her ankles. She wore it often back in Maryland and afterwards, when she was teaching, too, I think, but it was long gone in our movings, cleanings, and impulsive weeding of possessions that were spoiled and no longer right. I remember [...]
Behold the crab skiff “Mollie,” gifted to me by a dear friend in Maryland sometime in the ’80s. The boat had belonged to her grandfather. A smooth circle worn into the planking showed where he’d always kept a basket for the crabs. I never painted it but did work some epoxy magic on bottom of [...]
Things are not what they pretend to be in dreams, but lately mine have been intense. Last night they were in full color and had smells. I met a ten year old boy in a little boy T-shirt with horizontal stripes who showed me a place I thought I recognized. It was the interior of [...]
Now see, back then they didn’t need to call them man caves. (I hate that term, even though I’ve turned everywhere I’ve ever lived into exactly that.) No, they just had all kinds of manly things and had to put them somewhere. Dozens of rifles behind that door, for example, just in case, I guess. [...]
What an incredible Tuesday. Pronghorns, elk, deer, wild burros, a ninety-year-old 28,000 square-foot villa, and lunch at a picnic table under tall cottonwoods in a sea of dark green grass. There was a thirty degree temperature drop coming back from Cimarron over the mountains into Taos in the rain. I’d planned this trip for a [...]
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