Updated: Jul 10, 2020
OK. Before you jump to any conclusions, I’m talking about the view from my office window today. Some patient, fortunate and obviously twisted soul decided it would be advantageous to put this beautiful, handmade guide boat on display not fifty feet from where my butt is parked till roughly 5 o’clock-ish.
…and I’m supposed to go fishing after work.
This day is never going to end.
Not here. You fuckers cannot follow me here. His dad looked over his shoulder from the tailgate at Charlie, standing in the tall grass looking over the river, hands tucked into the top of his waders,
In just a short couple weeks, I’ll be heading out to Colorado for the 2015 Breckenridge Film Festival. As some of you may already know, our film – A Deliberate Life – was selected for the festival as
I unearthed my old grad school poet’s notebook this morning. Cracking the cover, I found a sheaf of paper that held several iterations of a poem (c. ’00) I remember sweating over for months. My handwr