The fall equinox occurs at 7:30 AM MDT Tuesday September 22. Yet sunrise is at 7:16 am and sunset at 7:24 pm MDT, my time zone. Why...

Imagine being frogmarched down an infinitely long hallway of ever increasing esoterica. As you’re forced forward the art on the walls -...

Early in this blog “The Golden Years” described a thigh stinging hike to celebrate my 74th Bday. Repeated that hike today. Invited a...

“You’re so fucking pedestrian!” Some woman lowers her tinted window and screams at me as I jaywalk in front of her limo stuck in traffic...

There’ll be no more baying at the moon, pup. Time’s up. Winter’s coming to us all. It always follows the fall. Remember paradise?...

Call me Eeyore. Some years ago-never mind how long precisely-having little or no money in my purse, and a jackass partner who constantly...

Really, you got this far? It’s Terms and Conditions, dude! So you go beyond the title when you encounter that bullet point in the...

Sadly, I lay my hand upon Roxanne’s chest , feeling a diminishing heartbeat. My reaction is a quickening heartbreak in my chest as I...

We were lovers once. Then you went and killed yourself. No! No! No! You knew-YOU KNEW-you’d be not killing just you. You fucking selfish...

The pendulums are swinging. The apparatus is back in its summer position. I‘m daydreaming in my backyard. Traffic noise drifts over the...

I waken, lying in the path leading out of the wadi. Thirsty. Feign sleep and scan the area. Seems I’m alone. Gotta make a move soon or...

Sorry, I mean Sticks (god damn autocorrect). Styx is a destination. Charon. Yeah. We have a date. He’s taking me on a magic ferry ride....

I miss testosterone. Nocturnal emissions. Morning woodies. A downside of age. Inevitable, but annoying.

Just crushed a fly as I cleaned around the sink. Didn’t think of the deed until it was done. The following internal dialog ensues: That...

“Thou art Peter and upon this rock I will build my church.” Matt 16:18. And upon this rock...... Peter. St fucking Peter. Say no more. I...

How callous can we get? Shall we soon consider blood spatters as art? Jackson Pollack in the flesh? Photographs of murders’ aftermaths....

BLM in the Intermountain West: Well, it’s Bureau of Land Management (BLM), for one thing. The appropriation of that acronym to mean...

Just got back from Illinois? Locked the front door? Oh boy! Then check out Window Swap, where you can supposedly watch other peoples'...

There’s an eagle afraid of heights. An owl afraid of the dark. How do you suppose they fare? Do they have a future? What do you do when...

One Sunday morning about a month ago, I came home from a socially distanced run with a friend and sat down to eat. Adam was sitting there...