Were the asparagus spears too menacing for the deputies? Did they think he had some kind of potent vegetable weapon, cocked and ready to spit deadly asparagus juice?
I couldn’t go back home. Living with parents was not appealing. I heard a whisper: go west, Terry, go west.
Within minutes we were nearly tripping over (not from) all kinds of fungi.
I needed to learn how to safely command the killer table saw, and I needed that soon–before I lost my resolve.
They never knew I was there, hidden in the branches of the ash tree, wondering what it would be like to scamper like a squirrel or crawl like a beetle.
A Twist of Tats
Dragon crawls off Tattoo Lady. Freedom! Tattoo Lady stares from dragon skin.
Raven glides on currents high
Stroking invisible breath
Pushing air to me
Originally posted on Uma Krishnaswami:
From my friend of many years and one-time park ranger at Aztec Ruins National Monument, Terry Nichols, here’s a delightful middle grade that Kirkus called “linguistically rich and frequently humorous.” From Kinkajou Press, The Dreaded Cliff. It’s the story of a packrat, Flora, and her journey through a magical landscape…
Everyone can relate to family, home, friends, and wanting to be part of something bigger. And losing your way and finding that wise inner voice that guides you.
“I’d like to imagine a buzzer traveling the top of a guy’s head, creating a nice clean flat place where someone could serve tea.”