My poem The High Life appears in the spring issue of The Briar Cliff Review. It was written in celebration of fond yet weary memories of the days that followed after my father built The Timber Inn, a local watering hole – a clever play on words for my daddy, the sawyer.

I hope you will enjoy it.

Seven random images posted the 11th of each month…

NOTE: Due to a development snafu, this did NOT get posted as scheduled on April 11th.

  1. Intricate

2. Abstract Metallic

3. Prep Work

4. Collage: Journal Cover

5. Shriveled ‘Shrooms

6. Wildflowers

7. Pastoral Tableau