Where I live, in the North, autumn comes early. I was out gathering blueberries and mushrooms when it came this year. Autumn is my favorite time of year, as it is for many people. Two years ago we did not…
Come Autumn…by Damon Falke
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A Little Learning: A Seventh Grade English Assignment and How It Went with Me into the World… by Damon Falke
I appreciate the names of certain places. There are certain place names that to speak them aloud is to mimic the effort of a conjurer who would call up lost worlds or the dead. Arcadia comes to mind. Yorkshire is…
But What of It: Jazz and the Occasional Wanderings of a Sometimes Lonely Man…by Damon Falke
Cue in the piano and then, wait for it—Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little,/Everytime we say goodbye, I wonder why a little,/Why the Gods above me, who must be in the know/Think so little of me, they allow…
Red Rock Country…by Damon Falke
A photograph is effective when the chosen moment which it records contains a quantum of truth which is generally applicable, which is as revealing about what is absent from the photograph as about what is present in it. -From “Understanding…
Pointblank: Was, with Apologies to Mister Faulkner…by Damon Falke
It should be difficult for any of us to write about where we grew-up, to write about where we call home, or where we once called home. There are the expected trappings of sentiment and the near constant questioning of…
Dove Creek…a Poem by Damon Falke
Dove Creek I know how my father Picked through the desert Looking for ruins. I know the golf clubs He carried to ward off snakes, Swinging them through sage And dens made uneasy In their own shadows then. All for…
Among Ruins…a poem by Damon Falke
Among Ruins What is there to make of the house and porch Crumbling into ruins, of bindweed grown Up through slats of rotted timber, chipped and Dismantled by the long harvest of families Who could never stay here? The…
When October Comes…a poem by Damon Falke
When October Comes I know all the roads that lead into town, Even after these years away. The way I find them here In the shadows of my old hopes still, In the unexpected gifts of earlier days, In the…