Buried In Bennington

    Bare from winter the Green Mountains rise, Brown ridge backed beast lined with pine Hind legs to the ground Rusted trucks and power…

The Point

  It is time to talk fishing. The winter is behind me, as mellow as it was, the clouds and the darkness got to me all…

Just Write

Dear Readers, This blog is a baby and I have been kicking it around. It’s not a very nice thing to do to your baby…

Irish Linen

Two days before the table had been set. The new paint job was on the walls. The holes had been fixed.  The argument that cut…

The Benthic Blog

You can not fake this, act as if this is not real. Lay down your words and let them tell the truth without the echo….