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The Manure Chronicles, Part II

“Pleasure is spread through the earth in stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.”— William Wordsworth Long ago in the Santa Cruz of 1972, I was a member of a large commune occupying…

‘Shepherds Of The Nation’

Despite my better judgment and sometimes sensitive stomach, I caught a bit of the latest Republican candidate debate the other evening. The one benefit was that I finally figured out why an obscure old song…

The Head Ride III

This one’s going to be a real head ride. It’s a ride in my head going on right now. No need for a boring tire pressure check or filling up at the local fossil fuel…

Farm To Farm

Dramatic climate change never seemed like a debatable topic to me, having walked with bare feet on its direct effects as a child. I can peer out my windows to the west, south, and east,…

The Manure Chronicles, Part I

Sandy calls to say she’s gotten permission to harvest rabbit manure from her friend’s rabbit barn. So I load my wheelbarrow and a big shovel into my little old pickup and head for Fort Bragg. A sunny spring morning, the angry winds of the past few days in abeyance, I roll along the Comptche-Ukiah Road at forty miles per and try to remember if over the decades of gathering manure for my various gardens, I have ever scored more than a baggy of rabbit manure. Horse, mule, cow, sheep, goat, chicken…but never a truckload of rabbit poop, until today.

River Views

The river rolls on, but time and circumstance have a way of altering the river’s course. Some of you may be reading my words for the first time. Others may be familiar with a similar…

A Meth Maker’s Tale

I'd like to explain to you how I began to cook methamphetamine at the young and very impressionable age of 17. It was all unintentional, you see, and from the very beginning it's not what I set myself up to do.

Signs Of Spring

“I am for an art that is political-erotical-mystical, that does something other than sit on its ass in a museum.” — Claes Oldenburg Harbor seals have returned to the mouth of Big River, sleek silver…

Farm To Farm

With the return of sunshine, the acre or so of sand protected from wind by our wooded pasture lot, house, and barn, is heating, drying, and amazing me. Yesterday the official high for our area…

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