The Minstrel
The oak she leaned her back against was twisted, gnarled, and bent —A fitting place for one last song, one final grand lament.Beyond its boughs a sweeter sight: a lush and verdant glade.With shaking hands …
Category: Narrative
Leviathan
A massive moon cast mournful red Upon the silent sea Where wandered, lost to land and hope, A pack of piratry. Aboard the Rapax they had roamedFrom Holland to Cathay,From Sousse to Santos and had …
The Christmas Gift
Now milking’s just an awful chore, it happens twice a day; no matter what you want to do, it’s always in the way. And every day at 4 AM, dad roused me from my bed …
Enigma
With her sails fully set and a breeze of fair force She was carving her way through the ocean, But with no crew aboard to take charge of her course She was borne by the …
Leaving Leelanau
I am from Utah, born and raised, but anyone would be amazed to follow where the heron go, or wonder how the salmon know the path that has no right or left, but their migration …
The Month Before Christmas
It was late in November, and dad got a call from a hiker near Teller had taken a fall. He had outfitted many a party before, and responding when needed was never a chore. “It’s …
Rübezahl (Part 1)
I am Rübezahl, you know me, king of gnomes and king of elfin. Purple mountains are my homeland, dark green forests, valleys, rivers, lace-blue skies with larks and thrushes – here it is, my greatest …
The Man Without a Name
It was a summer’s afternoon about the hour of four. I was sitting quietly musing, when a knock came at my door; And when I opened up I saw an old man standing there. His …