TONGUE-IN-CHEEK ALASKANA
I love fishing. I find it invigorating. It stimulates all five of my senses. I love the sound of waves lapping the side of the boat, or the chortle of a creek tumbling over polished rocks long ago carved from the earth by prehistoric… Continue Reading “What’s Your Angle?”
If I were the supreme commander of a highly advanced but malevolent alien race intent on conquering Earth, I wouldn’t just send in a fleet of starships and start blasting away with paratrethiconic quantum phased lithmogrium bursts. Why, these primitive humans might not appreciate… Continue Reading “Dream Apps”
Persistent rivulets of icy rainwater had breached the narrow gap between my shivering neck and my poncho collar. Having slid inside, they were now gleefully chasing each other down the spinal causeway indented into the goose-bumped surface of my back. Soon they would join… Continue Reading “Where the Salmon Run Deep”