Day: November 3, 2012

Word Art

Poetry and Squirrel Stew

I’ve indulged in hippie dreams, Swirling like smoke in cedar groves. Those backroad corners of my mind. The dreams my upbringing promised me. This is the first day of the regular deer hunting season.  This means more traffic on the road past our house.   The paved road ends not too many miles past our place […]

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