It was around the first of October that the leaves on the birch trees began to blow away. I looked out of the window one morning and saw that leaves had gathered at the side of the road. I saw…
Marking Time …by Damon Falke
Tag: Philosophy
That Season of Beginning …by Damon Falke
“Still, he could not help noticing what was in the air, and feeling some of its influence in his bones.” The Wind in the Willows On August 12th this year, I noticed the season turning. That afternoon I went outside…
Strength in the Face of Adversity: Lessons from the Past …By Harvey Leake
We took mules, all of us, as we expected the very roughest kind of trailless work; and we got it…. Wetherill said, while we were in an oak thicket on a very sharp slope at the foot of a canyon,…
The Whisper of the Wind …By Harvey Leake
The fire was now burning brightly. We sat down around Grandfather as the firelight played over his face and white hair. We could hear the wind blowing outside, but everything was peaceful inside the hogan and we were all contented.…
I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as… Ned Mudd (Verse + Art)
South of the Clouds he discovered an insectbiting his handand said this could be the beginningof something. three weeks laterhe diedsomewhere southof the clouds. actuallythis is a poem about drinking tea. Objet d’Art a man found the key to longevity…
Real Silence… by Damon Falke
I woke up early this morning. Early is 3:30 am, this after an 11:30 bedtime. I sometimes hear people talk about how they can’t sleep. I wonder if they mean what I mean when I say that I can’t sleep.…
The World Made Flesh… by Damon Falke
There is much I will never write. This is a promise I have made to myself and to others. It is easy to imagine myself in one place or another, with a fly rod in my hand and another river…
Vlachos’ Views: HOME…Words and Photos by Paul Vlachos
Paul Vlachos is a New Yorker who understands The West. And he is a New Yorker who understands New York. Wherever Paul goes, he finds signs of life… I’m going to grab a coffee now, then just get on I-95…
Take it or Leave it: WAS IT JUST A DREAM? LATE NIGHT VISITS FROM HERB AND WILLIE FLOCKO…by Jim Stiles
If there is one inexplicable thing in our lives, it must surely be the dreams we all experience almost every night we lay our heads on the pillow and drift toward sleep. Often we forget them, sometimes we’re haunted by…
The Wisdom of Wolfkiller: A Nineteenth Century Navajo Shepherd and Sage…By Harvey Leake
“When I was a young boy, about six years old, my grandfather and mother started me on the path of light.” —Wolfkiller Found among the papers of my great-grandmother, Louisa Wade Wetherill, was a remarkable story of early Navajo life…