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Pictured in the black and white postcard, a leggy blond leaned into the driver side of a beat up pickup truck. Its license plate read “Taos.” Jerry flipped the postcard…

Jerry trekked to the edge of town. Down a dirt road, he found the trailer.  The psychic Maggie only accepted walk-ins. He crossed his fingers hoping his timing was right.…

On the morning of the winter solstice, when all was black, Jerry opened his front door and tripped over a box. “A Gift for You From Harry and David,” the…

“Where’s April?” Jerry asked Bill. “Country Fair,” he grumbled. Jerry asked around and learned that the Country Fair in Eugene, Oregon sprung out of Ken Kesey’s tripped out imagination in…

Jerry hadn’t attended a worship service since he walked out on his own. Easter was around the corner. Like a sudden craving for a beloved food he hadn’t had in…

It was a Salal lunch rush and Jerry, a caffeinated, newly anointed prep cook, sweated profusely. Eight order tickets hung over him fluttering in a wind caused by the crew’s…

That night, back at his apartment, he dragged his sleeping bag out onto the balcony. He gazed at the myriad stars. Though it was the same show, in its forever…

Day two and Jerry sat next to a sneezing, snorting man.  How selfish can he be? If he’s sick, why doesn’t he go home. But no, there he sits in…

The sign posted above the yurt’s entrance read: All students must observe noble silence from the beginning of the course until the morning of the last full day. Noble silence…

“Do you think you learned anything?” asked Ken. “It changed my life.” He smiled. “In what way?” “A lot of dark stuff happened.” “Yes?” “I realized some things about my…