An essay & original poem from where worlds meet in August heat…and crickets are deceived by shade and call for consorts night and day.
There were no monuments around him. The setting could scarcely have been more modest.
Red-wing blackbirds in legions rarely seen, except at dusk, are now making their mating announcement in mid-day sun. Their beautiful cacophony can be heard throughout the valley wetland trails of south suburban Denver. The Los Angeles skyline has been the subject of photographs, like those I took from rugged Damon Runyon Park when visiting aContinue reading “Isolation, Things Strange & Unforeseen.”