Trying ceramics as a new art form. Lots to learn.


Who owns the fake cell phone towers?  

A poem I wrote to my ex girlfriend.

Why? —   Your love for me died and left without showing me why. Nothing else is changed except the blues are my companion, every day and every night, cause baby, baby, you said goodbye without giving me a reason … Continue reading “A poem I wrote to my ex girlfriend.”

I’ll volunteer my next novel and come back in a hundred years to see if it’s well received.  

Thumb Butte

My normal pulse is 60,but it’s 120 now, so that probably explains why I get so out of breath hiking up mountains. Thumb Butte has a memorial on top to the fallen fire fighters.