A Guest Post from David HicksMy father is long gone, having died in January 2007, and at first he seemed to hang around—at the foot of my bed, threatening to twist my toe to wake me up; across from me at my desk, telling me I might be working too hard; or in my dreams,
Once, a long time ago, I lived in a house near the edge of the world. In the winter, when the air was still, I would lie awake at night and listen to the Ocean, to the waves. Relentless. Never-ending. In my mind, I could see them. They would turn and curl and fall forward
Keeping in April's theme being "Rainfall" and National Poetry Month, I'd like to share another rain-based poem. This time it's in the romantic tradition and one that is more just a celebration of the imagery of rain without any deeper meaning. Well, that's not fair there is a bit of a deeper theme that
I’m not sure if this is going to work. Or if it will make any sense let alone be entertaining to read. I guess you can call this an experiment. I am going to write about some recent events in my life unplanned, just off the cuff and see where it leads. And I’ll be
In keeping with this month's theme of "When the Rain Comes" I decided to get completely literal with it and simply present to you a video of rain falling. Almost 9 full hours of rainfall. That's a lot of rain. Now, full disclosure, I have not watched the video all the way through. 9 hours
We walked along the beach, my companion and I, on a cloud-filled morning in late autumn. The air was cold and filled with misty rain. It was the kind of weather that sticks to you; it gets in deep and stays there no matter the layers of clothes you put on. And it was gray.
When I was in high school I was a hippie. Not a real hippie, this was the 80s, real hippies didn’t exist anymore. No, I was a pseudo-hippie, a neo-hippie, a wannabe-hippie. I wore tie-dyed t-shirts and went to Grateful Dead shows, I smoked pot and played hacky-sack, I read the beat poets and
Every once in a while I stumble upon a happy coincidence. Like for instance the video below. I was researching a completely different subject – not even for this blog actually – when I ran across this short video essay on The Beatles song Rain. Now as it happens this month’s theme is “Rainfall”
In addition to April's theme on DaddyElk being "Rainfall" it is also National Poetry Month, so to celebrate both of those things I thought I'd share a poem by Robert Frost. A Line-Storm Song tells of a man in a relationship who asks his partner to endure it with him. I've always found Frost's
There was a man named Michael. He would sit at his desk every day in front of a computer screen and type out reports and numbers and other things the people he worked for thought were very important. His desk was by a window that looked down two stories to the street below. Sometimes Michael
