The third chapter in my serial novel.

During December 1967 record snowfalls fell on New Mexico in a blizzard that would eventually claim the lives of 51 people. Snow fell almost continuously in the northern part of the state for two weeks leaving a depth of feet five in some areas.

God does not bless cowpokes often.

I went looking for one thing and found something quite different. There’s a word for that. I just read an article on it here recently. I forget what it’s called but it sounds like Sarah-dipped-her-knee-in-tea. Anyway, I located a tribe of ancient native Americans that should have been extinct or centuries and I’m about to become rich and famous.

Not since the days of Ponce de Leon had anyone seen anything like this.

An essay about the 20 dollar bill and Andrew Jackson.

This poem focuses on the topics of diversity and tolerance. It asks the questions of why certain forms of hate and crime are present in the world. It focuses on the topics of war, social class, stereotypes, racism, and more. People need to be more concerned with the problems in the world and we need to put a stop to the m once and for all!

A loving tribute to a dear friend’s mother.

Or maybe the Wah-Bah-Shik-Ki or the Wabash; now I’m confused. I’ll try to explain…

This is a poem about the desert and about the beauty of native people’s ways of life.