Monday, August 28, 2017
Sunday, August 27, 2017
Hope will Serve
A slow start with other intentions,
it’s much like a walk on the banks of the Madison or the Green.
But still, if memory serves, this has been done before
and if rock serves as the best foundation,
then our hope will serve much as silt builds at the lee of the bend, miles away.
this small house rests here, in the desert, with an abundance of soft stone.
At night, the rats in this house shiver
looking to the subfloors for deliverance from the cold surrounding.
Right now, though, this peach dawn turns to pale silver
and tufts of tall grass rise from new snow, brown and frosted.
Tiny eyes roll back, faint, and the long wait begins again
for all in this house resting on cold, dry stone.
It’s said that dry sand is poor mortar for joining rough stone-but work we will for very little pay in our absentee father’s broken house.Having paid for honey, bleached sugar-Having bought meat, irradiated soy-Having purchased wine, Diet Coke-for now, though, baking sands and sandstone mesas shelter a few bottle flieson far-off, long summer days while our little house falls in.
Friday, August 25, 2017
Wednesday, August 23, 2017
Anniversary number twenty-six.
Geeze, but this is the best thing to every happen to me. And that's the rock-bottom truth of the matter.
Went up and east, first plans didn't pan out, but good times and talks were had the whole damn time, I'll tell ya. Nothing out of the ordinary there, with this pretty grrl.
Kids sure made a dessert reward to die for, as well. Good, good kids, ours.
Tuesday, August 22, 2017
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
Sunday, August 13, 2017
I was given permission to head up to Idaho, Wyoming, and Montana to spend a bit of time on the road and next to big waters and under a huge sky. This time I took Sigmund the Hünd and tasted the sweet scents of freedom and the road as I ran from weirdened responsibilities and climates down home and at my works. It was good and so much too short.
Monday, August 7, 2017
The erstwhile Spring City Bluegrass and Folk Festival changed management and venue this year, and over the couple of days it ran this year, it really got to the business of entertaining people. We'll see how things go next year.
Meanwhile, we're starting to see some squash and beans come out of the garden, and along with the flora, Ianto's got some fauna to report, too...
Friday, August 4, 2017
Mitch has been offering the kids some lessons and practicum in making knives, and we were able to take him up on that, finally, this week. He's a great teacher and a patient demonstrator, so the visits go well and with good palpable results.
We've had good sunsets lately, made even better by smoke from wildfires. This is a beautiful world, despite the troubles.
Wednesday, August 2, 2017
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