By John F. NeileyGlenwood Springs The tattered remnants of the year unwindAs Earth leans weary on its wobbling pole.The waning sun retreats to warmer climesTo shield its pallid face from wind and cold. The ragged butt ends of the day burn low,While darkness of the longest night draws near.The river ebbs and freezes, choked and […]
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Carbondale Treasure Hunt
The treasure vault awaits the clever mind, who reads the clues and seeks to find. Before each First Friday’s celebration starts, this treasure will be hidden in Carbondale’s heart. Through Main Street’s charm and gallery halls, past murals bright on building walls. The treasure waits where artists gather, where community bonds grow ever stronger. So, […]
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Letter from Galway The other day, I texted my sister to send me pictures of the aspen groves changing colors — “ASAP,” I requested. I never did get those photos, but I presume it’s because I woke her up at 6 in the morning. In a flash of homesickness, I seemed to have forgotten about […]
