Opinion

‘A lot of traffic going nowhere’

The Mrs. and I went into town recently, and there was a lot of traffic going nowhere, a rich mix of drivers: locals, new locals, travelers, tourists and truckers. Traffic volume increased so...

Boebert’s wolf claims ‘flawed’

I am writing to express my concerns about Lauren Boebert’s guest column headlined, “Boebert: ‘Science is clear, gray wolf is fully recovered,“ in which Boebert defends her proposed Trust th...

Poem: Canoe Koan

to pack my canoe without you is to be blue even before the brown-green waters of the Gunnison as a poetry bandit I’m at a loss what rhymes with Gunnison? What rhymes with Dominguez? I can on...

Poem: Two Turns

There is so much anticipation when it comes to skiing powder. There is so much hope, dreams, remembrances of past times, perfect. The pure swo o o o sh shhh of skis displacing snow under you...

Poem: A Haiku

What does it all mean asked the rich man to his friend. Soft winds flutter leaves. Ed Lehner Durango ...

Poem: What a Wasted Society

I held my Grandma’s hand. We walked past an old man. I started to cry, he was missing an eye! We tossed a few coins in his pan. Sixty years have passed. Many questions I have asked. As I loo...

Poem: Home in the Mountains

The smell of the fresh rainy air when you go outside in the morning The bright warm sun glistening through the trees and onto your face The faint sound of the waves crashing by the river The...

Poem: Alleyways

Thoughts not spoken become Secrets weighing-in on our hearts I spoke Rendering my truth open Sharing a thought hidden deep inside Unknown to casual passers-by Burdens heavy or light Shaped t...

Poem: The Silverton Train

If you take a trip to Colorado, there is one place worth your while. It’s called Durango, a little town nestled in the Animas canyons and hills And there’s a little train that goes up to Sil...

Put pickleball courts by ball fields

My understanding is that the planned construction of outdoor pickleball courts has been approved and that is sweet news. The sour news is that to the best of my knowledge, consideration was ...

Poem: Uvalde

You’re going to miss your bus today, my little ones. My little ones, you are all cradled in feathers. Their wings will comfort and warm your presence. Your arrival is way before your time. T...

Poem: Imagine the Sounds

spider walking people talking cat creeping baby sleeping ant chewing coffee brewing snake spitting at-toms splitting clock ticking faucet dripping rooster crowing horn blowing diesel buses n...
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