Tag: Poetry

WHO IS NED MUDD??? … by Jim Stiles

Almost 30 years ago, not long after I’d started The Zephyr, one of my favorite parts of the paper was the ‘Feedback” section. I always looked forward to the letters—and in those days they really were letters, on real paper,…

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…