by Douglas Granum | Sep 26, 2022 | Essays
My eager lover is coming to me. I am waiting by my window to catch a first glimpse of her. She will be smiling, her blue eyes will be shining. I will feel, for I know myself, I will feel breathless. I am already excited. Hard cold rain is falling Threading her lithe...
by Douglas Granum | Sep 8, 2022 | Essays, History
Her withered old face died into a long shiny coffin We stood and watched in amazement as they took her from the North Dakota coal black hearse. We listened in obedient silence as mourners sang “The Old Rugged Cross” In that clearing...
by Nev Granum | Feb 27, 2022 | Essays
I remember when my father placed the candle onto Incan stone. No larger than a magnolia bud. Alabaster colored. The texture of an eyelid. A wick broken in a jacket pocket. It lit on the third match. We sheltered the candle in a mossy terrace corner and watched the...
by Douglas Granum | Apr 7, 2017 | Essays
Love, big topic. When I travel, part of my greatest enjoyment is in watching and talking to people. The worlds a fun and exciting place when you speak the language and even more mysterious when you don’t. I speak neither French, except menu French, and no...
by Douglas Granum | Apr 6, 2017 | Essays, Travel
200 miles per hour, Tokyo to Nagoya on the Shinkansen, Japan’s much vaunted bullet train and I am reading Cheri by Colette, a book that I l purchased in Paris at Shakespeare and company in Saint Germain-des-Pres on the banks of the Seine. Sensuous and...
by Douglas Granum | Apr 5, 2017 | Essays, History
What I love most about travel is the challenge of the new. This past month I have been in France, all in Paris and Japan. In France I walked the streets endlessly, lost five pounds, ate ferociously, drank semi-modestly, made enormous discoveries. What I...
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