For My Senior Valentine By Deborah Holt WilliamsGlenwood Springs So many ways to say “I love you” now that we’re old and grey. Will you help me find my glasses? Did you take your pills today? We go to appointments together. Stay with me forever, please. Got your hearing aids? “My WHAT?” Hey look! I […]
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Works in Progress – Jan. 29, 2026
Cookie SheetBy Deborah Holt WilliamsGlenwood Springs The day was cold, I thought I’d bake. Not a pie, not a cake, just a little something sweet. Cookies! I pulled out the sheet. The oven was warm, the dough was cold. I realized my sheet’s more than fifty years old! A wedding gift, back in ‘73. Well […]
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Boxed InBy Deborah Holt WilliamsGlenwood Springs Savvy collector or borderline hoarder?Almost an addiction, right on the border. I ought to recycle, I know that I should.But I can’t toss a box when it’s perfectly good! It might be just perfect for under the tree.(Months from now, yes — but proactive, that’s me.) And I just […]
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C’mon, Ernie By Fred Malo Jr.Carbondale My Chicago Cubs are already down two zip and the bulk of the season hasn’t even started yet. Last week, they got swept in a two-game series in Tokyo against the defending world champion Los Angeles Dodgers — a team, unencumbered by a salary cap, that can get any […]
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Winter Walk Knit (Not) By Deborah Holt Williams For winter walks there’s nothing better Than a cozy handknit sweater. Can I knit? I cannot. All my sweaters? Thrift store bought. […]
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Works in Progress – December 25, 2024
Baa Baa “Sangfwa” By Deborah Holt WilliamsGlenwood Spring The brave border collie was all in a lather.He circled the sheep and insisted they gather.The collie smelled wolf! He went through his paces.The wolf crept in view, and his fangs gleamed with …BRACES?His wolf teeth were covered in silvery wire.His mouth was too sore for his […]
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Ode to Annuals By Deborah Holt Williams The bulbs hunker down, relaxed underground,they know they’ll be back in the spring. But the annuals shout“Our time’s almost out!”With colorful music they sing! Nasturtiums, petunias, marigolds, too,a bright, brilliant chorus in fall. So cheerful all summer,they’ll die (such a bummer).But in autumn, they give it their all!
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Late BloomerBy Deborah Holt Williams The iris and lilies and daisies are done,their flowers have found their freedom. I wish they’d last. I’m sorry they passed.I’d happily water and weed ‘em. The days grow gray. Garden colors? Away,just when we really need ‘em. But wait! In a blink, all summery pink,blooms a welcome clump of […]
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Miraculum Words by Janis TaylorGlenwood Springs Will I ever forgetShoveling manureInto grandma’s gardenTying parallel stringsScooping out soil inCareful, straight lines?Mother placed an envelopeContaining corn kernelsIn small skeptical handsThat hovered over aMound of mudWhile worries blurredThrough my brain,Eyes stared in disbeliefAt shriveled seeds and soil,Agonizing as gentle fingersPushed improbable purple triadsOne point five inches undergroundToo deep […]
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Here, Now and AfterBy Rick DavisGlenwood Springs Editor’s note: Rick is a chaplain for a local hospice. Spending time with someone as they are dying is such a sacred-humbling experience, walking with them to the gate, standing there with them as they prepare to leave all they know and embrace something new. It was obvious […]