Quarry House on the Web. The 47 failed pictures,. The twelve failed poems,. The stories balled up and tossed. That litter my study floor. You do not see the glorious failures,. That leave others who know you best .

Tuesday, January 28, 2014.

A guided tour through a blindside divorce. That afternoon, we ventured back down the hill to check out the grocery store. I wandered into the dairy section, having already located fresh herbs and high-quality coffee, and found a whole shelf of artisan cheeses. People eat well out west. She yelled at the man at the adjacent register. Juanita scrunched her face in di.

The world as I view it. Jim Casto, feeding his koi and catfish at Ohio Log House. When we first discovered Ohio Log House. I had no idea how hard I would fall in love. And not just with the house. Pulling up, the place was even more p.

Late in the season,. I wake up to the first battle,. The simple act of waking, a skirmish,. The turning point of the day. I talk with the woman I love,. Her voice waking me from full moon dreams,. Pushing aside the dark lies. My feet hit the floor. The words, always the same,.