The New Goliath - Chapter Four
Chapter Four The elder wolf was a fish out of water in the kitchen. Probably the reason why he never cooked it. But as a boy he loved to fish. The slick and steady Bair Creek: the gathering spot for children those days, even the young women. A can of...
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Here's a good one: I cry without catharsis within the white spaces of my day-- the lone car rides home, the intermittence between college classes and the open garden where life grows and grows, seemingly from dirt, water, love. How is it then...