That we would accept the myth of gods and reject the likelihood of extraterrestrial visitation is simply illogical. That we would bury our heads in the fossil record, looking for the source, and not look up and consider the more likely source is simply illogical.
Death of an Archaeologist
sonnet from “Hard Rime.”
Honorable mention, Oregon State Poetry Society, 2018
“Into the Sawtooths” an excerpt from “A Bridge in the Wilderness”
from “The Bridge in the Wilderness”
a story told by Indy, in “Women Who Sleep With Dogs.”
Black Magic Cake
The best chocolate cake you will ever make.
Blue Ribbon Winner of many County Fair bake offs.
Cat’s Garden
Loneliness seeped into each windswept, prairie day until Cat could almost finger the sadness that clogged her throat, and feel its shape, a cold desperation that was hard like stone
from “Women Who Sleep With Dogs”