The Cold Burn Cognition of Living

The Cold Burn Cognition of Living

Islands in the stream...eras in the flow of a man’s lifetime. Days lapse January meager now, and this one is dying. In the twilight of its wake, snow is born. Death to one, life to another.   Waylaid at my threshold by the magic, rescued from the zephyr of melancholy...

Hunting Gear – Ode to Old Ways

Hunting Gear – Ode to Old Ways

We all know the type. Maybe it’s you, most likely it’s your old man or, perhaps, a grandfather. The one who is stuck in the “good old days.” “God almighty this is heavy,” doing my best impression of Atlas carrying what only could have amounted to the weight of the...

Dispatch From the Caribbean 3

Dispatch From the Caribbean 3

The people along the sand All turn and look one way. They turn their back on the land. They look at the sea all day. As long as it takes to pass A ship keeps raising its hull; The wetter ground like glass Reflects a standing gull The land may vary more; But wherever...

Dispatch From the Caribbean 2

Dispatch From the Caribbean 2

“Long have you timidly waded Holding a plank by the shore, Now I will you to be a bold swimmer, To jump off in the midst of the sea, Rise again, nod to me, shout, And laughingly dash with your hair.” - Walt Whitman  There are moments when you feel an action. Something...

Dispatch From the Caribbean

Dispatch From the Caribbean

We arrived in St. Croix around three this afternoon. The atmosphere was a bit heavy, some weighty humidity. The wind carried in an air of salt — mnemonic zephyrs of days yester. Scents have an uncanny power to conjure old memories. Catch a whiff of the sea when you...