Wolf Creek

Once Upon a Time on Wolf Creek . . .

Not to live in days past.
Memories of the past, pains of childhood, regrets of past mistakes.
To write, and capture these buzzing flies within my mind.
To reduce them to images on paper, and like insects frozen in amber,
to still and hush them forever that I might live unhaunted in the present.

The Shadow Trout

Life on an isolated Wyoming ranch for an eight-year-old boy
was an amazing, and sometimes, bitter adventure.

Three Logs Dancing

Memories of a boyhood spent fishing and exploring in the wild canyon country
of the Cascade Mountain foothills brings an old man back.

You Don't Fit In

Not all memories of growing up involve sunshine days and happy families.

Patahoek petroglyph


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