MickThe Feral CatThis is a poem that was written by my Grandfather, Raymond H. Jones. We don’t really know when or where he scribbled in his yellow notepad…Jun 24, 2016Jun 24, 2016
MickThe Sublimity HotelIt was the summer of 1989, and our little town was growing. Grass fields and acres of replanted Douglas fir were being replaced by…Jun 16, 2016Jun 16, 2016
MickHere I am.I heard a story on NPR, and unfortunately I missed her name, but I listened to a writer talk about how she started finally writing her…Jun 2, 2016Jun 2, 2016