She’s late, a half-hour, Grins naughty as sin, Smells like old fish. Little Willy John’s “Fever” Hisses, fades, in and out On nighttime AM radio From Seattle. My Chevy’s front seat Rhythms ‘n blueses one last time; Bob Summerise on the low and slow From his World of Music, “To real . . . cool…

Handcrafted truffles Glass of Aubert Chardonnay Cheers! It’s Mother’s Day

Thanksgiving turkey Christmas turkey Chef Boy-Ar-Dee spaghetti meatloaf fish sticks Hamburger Helper Campbell’s chicken noodle soup on rainy afternoons grilled cheese sandwiches for Sunday lunch making me eat my peas making me eat my apple conjuring starving children in India leg of lamb with sweet mint jelly because we didn’t know arms crushing me so…

blue skies and shave ice palm trees and spam musubis thats my Hawaii

The Great Bamboo Ridge Year of the Monkey Writing Contest continues. I repeat: Everyone has a 100 word story. I can help you write yours. Just email your ideas to [email protected], and I will help you write your story. Guarans Balberins. This month you can write a haiku or a piece that is exactly 100…

Jim Harrison was The man Hemingway Ached to be. December 11, 1937 – March 26, 2016

We’re baaack. It’s time for The Great Bamboo Ridge Year of the Monkey Writing Contest. You can write a haiku or a piece that is exactly 100 words or a piece that is exactly 700 words. Here are the themes to choose from: April Fool’s Day Fresh starts Websites Bamboo Ridge Eric Chock & Darrell…