By: Tom Wilk Sept 2019 NOTE: This fable is written in 2nd person form, attempting to place YOU directly into the story. Please interpret each action of the main character from your own personal point-of-view. Consider each decision, action or question as your own “I Statement”. Let’s just say it’s a beautiful Fall day and…
Dad where have you gone? Did you leap quicksilver into a big run of legendary June Hogs now long lost? Or are you too smart for that? Did you break through the trap of extinction holding to the shadows of that dam in back of my mind—thinking but not showing much? Once in a…
Among my brothers and sisters we don’t send cards on birthdays, but we always try to make time to call — to talk and listen, even if for only a few minutes. These moments are often forgotten but not the sound and warmth of the voice. It was my birthday in the middle of the…
by John Thompson No words can speak the power of “I AM HERE” For when black thunder cracks on blood-red plains The horseman comes, the storm-chaser of dreams His feathered spear raised high he splits the wind And silences the babbling tongues of men. My words mean nothing, nor is my story told But lived,…
by Eugene Marckx There was once a farmer who had two sons. John, the older son, worked hard. He was as dependable as any father could want. But the old man couldn’t let himself favor him, not with a smile or a pat on the back. John was to inherit everything, and as he improved…
(from the Colville Native American tradition) Long before humans were born most all the animals felt pretty gray. Was it because the sky was always gray and always about to rain? Was it because there was never enough to go around? Never enough to eat? Never enough comfort? All day long the animals scratched out…
a tale by Eugene Marckx The valley king died. After his many years of quiet prosperous rule, the people gathered, along with kings from neighboring lands, to remember and express in doleful song their grief and deep respect. When his coffin was lowered into the grave, each of them in passing dropped a flower and…
(from the Colville Native American tradition) Long before humans were born on the earth all the animals felt pretty gray. The sky was always gray, and half the time about to rain. Food and shelter and comfort were scarce. There was never quite enough to go around. All day long the animals got grouchier and…
A Russian tale adapted by Eugene Marckx In old Russia long ago there were horses of power. These horses were tall and broad chested with fiery eyes and iron hoofs. And they spoke wisdom. None of those horses are above ground today. They sleep with the men who rode them, until a time when Mother…
A memoir by Eugene Marckx Among the dogs in my life one stands out, a Black Labrador mix that came into our family when we weren’t looking for him. We were looking for a small black Cockapoo that had run away from us, a dog one of my sons had gotten off his paper route. …