THE FOLLOWING IS DEDICATED TO BILL SMITH. RACHEL, WOODY CREEK LOVES YOU AND SUPPORTS YOU ALL THE WAY.
In honor of Hunter Thompson’s birthday, here is the final stanza of Kubla Khan:
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ‘twould win me
That with music loud and long I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
— Samuel Taylor Coleridge
ELDOLON
Most slender … yes
sharp a ghost of white.
This winter moon doth seem tonight
yonder beckoning nymph of the eddy
Calms cool beauty asked me for a kiss
-Tex Weaver
JUST THE WAY IT IS
I believe you saved my life
Before you threw me away
Saying I was unloveable
Perhaps you are right. ..
I do not meet expectations
And to some
Loving someone Requires them meeting your expectations
I can only hope
to know
and meet my own …
for if I do I find me
And in that peace and quiet
I can truly love.
— Linda Luke
